Mouse (to Vincent): Hey little brother, I was just calling to let you know that Kayla is coming to visit next weekend. You might not remember her, but she & her mom visited us, like, four years ago or so. Just giving you a heads up. I hope you're feeling better.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hey, sweetie. I remember her and her mom, I think. Was she the one who kept calling me Heathcliff? Or was she the one who thought I was going to murder you in your sleep? And, yes, I think my brain has finally come to a stop in the right time and dimension.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I believe she was the melodramatic 12 year old who called you Heathcliff. So, any chance you tell me what happened while over there? I got a jumbly mess from Poppy, that just raised more questions.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ah! THAT one. I remember her accusing me of trying to act all "mysterious" in order to be cool.
Mouse (to Vincent): So, any chance you tell me what happened while over there? I got a jumbly mess from Poppy, that just raised more questions. Well, what did she mean by treason & you not being a commoner?
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee. I'm not surprised. We were a bit incoherent when we arrived home. Good God... I don't even know where to start. Ooo. I may have managed to get a warrant issued for my arrest while I was over there. For, uh, kissing a member of the Royalty. And the commoner thing. Well, that's a technicality, really. Alistair left me a title his will.
Mouse (to Vincent): OH?
Vincent (to Mouse): To be fair, I had NO idea that was considered treasonous. Seems like more the opposite to me. AND it wasn't like that was the first time I'd done it. Course, I didn't know who Alistair was that time. Maybe it doesn't count.
Mouse (to Vincent): Wait... What!?! Back up, little brother.
Vincent (to Mouse): To which part? It's all pretty crazy, sweetie.
Mouse (to Vincent): You kissed two people that were royalty?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, *technically* speaking. Once, it was Alistair, and that was just to keep us both from being thrown in jail. I was trying to fluster the guardsman watching us into letting us go. Which worked like a charm, I might add!
Mouse (to Vincent): Uh huh, so who was it this most recent time?
Vincent (to Mouse): It, uh, it may have been Victoria, the, Empress of Britannia.
Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... Little brother... Why did you do that? ...
Vincent (to Mouse): Because she asked me to, and I have a soft spot for lonely looking kids, apparently. And, because I'm an idiot who REALLY needs to learn to think before he acts. REALLY.
Mouse (to Vincent): Um... I hate to ask but how did Poppy take all of this?
Vincent (to Mouse): I don't think the phrase, "she was pissed," does her feelings justice.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm not really surprised... So, I take it you got it all sorted out, cuz well you're still alive. Unless, you're a ghost... You're not a ghost, are you?
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Not yet. I am currently still among the living. I think seeing me scrub dishes for months helped dull her anger a bit.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, that's good...
Vincent (to Mouse): What? You have that tone.
Mouse (to Vincent): Hmmm, what tone?
Vincent (to Mouse): THAT tone. The "I'm so not saying exactly what I think, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut and be bemused instead" tone. The Big Sister Tone.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I'm just glad you got it all worked out & that you're both okay. You are both okay?
Vincent (to Mouse): We're fine, hun. Are you?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, of course. Life is good and I'm oddly happy.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Let me guess, it's made you a little bit paranoid.
Mouse (to Vincent): Um, no... yes... well, maybe a little. Honestly, can you blame me?
Vincent (to Mouse): Not in the slightest, hun. Everything has been OK lately, though? My parents' church hasn't come after you or anything, has it?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, not at all. The phone has even stopped ringing. Life has returned to normal or at least it's closest approximation. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! As normal as it gets for us. Speaking of which, when do you want to go to Britannia with me? There are still a few more lingering questions about Alistair's death I need to see if I can get info on... And I really do need to see if I can rustle up some more work. Plus, it's been FOREVER since I've seen you. C'mon! Just you and I will go. Well, aside from Otto, of course. And probably Eep. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Little brother, I'd love to go and have an adventure with you... but, is there reason you're not bringing Poppy? You two have been practically joined at the hip. I mean, it's your trip, so you can obviously bring who you like.
Vincent (to Mouse): There's no special reason, hun. I missed you. It's been two months since I've seen you for me. And I feel like we haven't been doing as much together as we used to. Besides... Poppy and I DO occasionally do things independently of one another, you know.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sorry, little brother, I didn't mean to imply that you two didn't do things apart from each other. And, I'll go with you whenever you want me to. I'm still unemployed here & I have to admit I'm getting a bit tired of being housebound.
Vincent (to Mouse): I figured you might be. I'm sorry I snapped at you, sweetie. I'm free any night I'm not working for Drac's. Crossing over and then working behind the bar on the same day is a bit too exhausting sometimes.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, what day would you like to go?
Vincent (to Mouse): How does Monday sound? Poppy is doing something in Britannia on Sunday, and I, uh, kind of want to make sure she get back OK.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I'm surprised you don't want to go on Sunday & spy on her. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): Heh. Don't think there isn't a part of me that isn't tempted, but if she doesn't want me to go, I won't.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sure she has a good reason for not asking you to go with her, little brother. But, Monday is fine with me... and if you decide that you want to go on Sunday, just let me know. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmmm. Monday it is, then.
Mouse (to Vincent): I love you, little brother & I'll see you later.
Vincent (to Mouse): I love you too, sweetie.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, have you seen my purple jacket, anywhere? The one with the yellow embroidered flowers on the cuffs & collar. I could have sworn I saw it in one of the boxes in my bedroom.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. I can't say that I have, hun. Aren't all your clothes in your room?
Poppy (to Vincent): I thought it was, but I can't seem to find it. No matter, I'll just pack something else. Were you on the phone with your sister, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Yep. I owe her a trip to Britannia, so we were organizing.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... that should be fun.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hopefully. Heh. If I avoid getting shot at, I'll call it a successful trip.
Poppy (to Vincent): When are you two planning this trip?
Vincent (to Poppy): We were thinking Monday. So...Are you going to tell me what you're really doing on Sunday?
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, have you ever heard of the Du Mal's? Well, Theodoré & Sangria Du Mal are hosting a party for Maladori and the ISS asked me to infilitrate it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good heavens... That sounds dangerous as hell, hun. Tell me that you have decent backup, at least.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, I have a partner on the mission, honey, so I'm not going in alone... I'm not happy about it, but he is the best choice. On the plus side, he seems to be acting much more stable since the last time I saw him. But, if nothing else, you can be assured that there will be absolutely no romantic entanglements... because that would just be plain weird...
Vincent (to Poppy): Who on earth is going with you?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, I didn't mention?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. Strangely enough. It almost seems as if you're avoiding the topic.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's Percy, honey... I have to go on this mission with Percy.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Ohhh! Ooo. Yikes. That's certainly awkward. Still, it, uh, it makes me feel a little better about the whole thing.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm glad one of us feels good about it...
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, hun. I know this can't be something you're looking forward to. It's just that... Well, Percy is an automaton. So superhuman strength and resilience and all that. Plus, I know he won't let anything happen to you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey, but have you heard about the Du Mal's parties? ... Let's just say at some point it's going to be weird.
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I can't say that I have.
Poppy (to Vincent): They like oddities... they have their own sideshow. So, you can imagine how much they're going to love me & Percy. That's why I needed Jacob's help, one of his friends is bringing us as entertainment to the party...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh my... Why didn't you want to tell me about this, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... your history with Percy, us. I honestly, don't think I have a good answer.
Vincent (to Poppy): OK. Thanks for telling me what's going on, sweetie.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh. You're welcome, honey... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hey, sweetie. I remember her and her mom, I think. Was she the one who kept calling me Heathcliff? Or was she the one who thought I was going to murder you in your sleep? And, yes, I think my brain has finally come to a stop in the right time and dimension.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I believe she was the melodramatic 12 year old who called you Heathcliff. So, any chance you tell me what happened while over there? I got a jumbly mess from Poppy, that just raised more questions.
Vincent (to Mouse): Ah! THAT one. I remember her accusing me of trying to act all "mysterious" in order to be cool.
Mouse (to Vincent): So, any chance you tell me what happened while over there? I got a jumbly mess from Poppy, that just raised more questions. Well, what did she mean by treason & you not being a commoner?
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee. I'm not surprised. We were a bit incoherent when we arrived home. Good God... I don't even know where to start. Ooo. I may have managed to get a warrant issued for my arrest while I was over there. For, uh, kissing a member of the Royalty. And the commoner thing. Well, that's a technicality, really. Alistair left me a title his will.
Mouse (to Vincent): OH?
Vincent (to Mouse): To be fair, I had NO idea that was considered treasonous. Seems like more the opposite to me. AND it wasn't like that was the first time I'd done it. Course, I didn't know who Alistair was that time. Maybe it doesn't count.
Mouse (to Vincent): Wait... What!?! Back up, little brother.
Vincent (to Mouse): To which part? It's all pretty crazy, sweetie.
Mouse (to Vincent): You kissed two people that were royalty?
Vincent (to Mouse): Well, *technically* speaking. Once, it was Alistair, and that was just to keep us both from being thrown in jail. I was trying to fluster the guardsman watching us into letting us go. Which worked like a charm, I might add!
Mouse (to Vincent): Uh huh, so who was it this most recent time?
Vincent (to Mouse): It, uh, it may have been Victoria, the, Empress of Britannia.
Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... Little brother... Why did you do that? ...
Vincent (to Mouse): Because she asked me to, and I have a soft spot for lonely looking kids, apparently. And, because I'm an idiot who REALLY needs to learn to think before he acts. REALLY.
Mouse (to Vincent): Um... I hate to ask but how did Poppy take all of this?
Vincent (to Mouse): I don't think the phrase, "she was pissed," does her feelings justice.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm not really surprised... So, I take it you got it all sorted out, cuz well you're still alive. Unless, you're a ghost... You're not a ghost, are you?
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Not yet. I am currently still among the living. I think seeing me scrub dishes for months helped dull her anger a bit.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, that's good...
Vincent (to Mouse): What? You have that tone.
Mouse (to Vincent): Hmmm, what tone?
Vincent (to Mouse): THAT tone. The "I'm so not saying exactly what I think, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut and be bemused instead" tone. The Big Sister Tone.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I'm just glad you got it all worked out & that you're both okay. You are both okay?
Vincent (to Mouse): We're fine, hun. Are you?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, of course. Life is good and I'm oddly happy.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hee hee. Let me guess, it's made you a little bit paranoid.
Mouse (to Vincent): Um, no... yes... well, maybe a little. Honestly, can you blame me?
Vincent (to Mouse): Not in the slightest, hun. Everything has been OK lately, though? My parents' church hasn't come after you or anything, has it?
Mouse (to Vincent): No, not at all. The phone has even stopped ringing. Life has returned to normal or at least it's closest approximation. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): Ha ha ha! As normal as it gets for us. Speaking of which, when do you want to go to Britannia with me? There are still a few more lingering questions about Alistair's death I need to see if I can get info on... And I really do need to see if I can rustle up some more work. Plus, it's been FOREVER since I've seen you. C'mon! Just you and I will go. Well, aside from Otto, of course. And probably Eep. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Little brother, I'd love to go and have an adventure with you... but, is there reason you're not bringing Poppy? You two have been practically joined at the hip. I mean, it's your trip, so you can obviously bring who you like.
Vincent (to Mouse): There's no special reason, hun. I missed you. It's been two months since I've seen you for me. And I feel like we haven't been doing as much together as we used to. Besides... Poppy and I DO occasionally do things independently of one another, you know.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sorry, little brother, I didn't mean to imply that you two didn't do things apart from each other. And, I'll go with you whenever you want me to. I'm still unemployed here & I have to admit I'm getting a bit tired of being housebound.
Vincent (to Mouse): I figured you might be. I'm sorry I snapped at you, sweetie. I'm free any night I'm not working for Drac's. Crossing over and then working behind the bar on the same day is a bit too exhausting sometimes.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, what day would you like to go?
Vincent (to Mouse): How does Monday sound? Poppy is doing something in Britannia on Sunday, and I, uh, kind of want to make sure she get back OK.
Mouse (to Vincent): Heehee, I'm surprised you don't want to go on Sunday & spy on her. :-P
Vincent (to Mouse): Heh. Don't think there isn't a part of me that isn't tempted, but if she doesn't want me to go, I won't.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'm sure she has a good reason for not asking you to go with her, little brother. But, Monday is fine with me... and if you decide that you want to go on Sunday, just let me know. :-)
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmmm. Monday it is, then.
Mouse (to Vincent): I love you, little brother & I'll see you later.
Vincent (to Mouse): I love you too, sweetie.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, have you seen my purple jacket, anywhere? The one with the yellow embroidered flowers on the cuffs & collar. I could have sworn I saw it in one of the boxes in my bedroom.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. I can't say that I have, hun. Aren't all your clothes in your room?
Poppy (to Vincent): I thought it was, but I can't seem to find it. No matter, I'll just pack something else. Were you on the phone with your sister, honey?
Vincent (to Poppy): Yep. I owe her a trip to Britannia, so we were organizing.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... that should be fun.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hopefully. Heh. If I avoid getting shot at, I'll call it a successful trip.
Poppy (to Vincent): When are you two planning this trip?
Vincent (to Poppy): We were thinking Monday. So...Are you going to tell me what you're really doing on Sunday?
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, have you ever heard of the Du Mal's? Well, Theodoré & Sangria Du Mal are hosting a party for Maladori and the ISS asked me to infilitrate it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good heavens... That sounds dangerous as hell, hun. Tell me that you have decent backup, at least.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, I have a partner on the mission, honey, so I'm not going in alone... I'm not happy about it, but he is the best choice. On the plus side, he seems to be acting much more stable since the last time I saw him. But, if nothing else, you can be assured that there will be absolutely no romantic entanglements... because that would just be plain weird...
Vincent (to Poppy): Who on earth is going with you?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, I didn't mention?
Vincent (to Poppy): No. Strangely enough. It almost seems as if you're avoiding the topic.
Poppy (to Vincent): It's Percy, honey... I have to go on this mission with Percy.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Ohhh! Ooo. Yikes. That's certainly awkward. Still, it, uh, it makes me feel a little better about the whole thing.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I'm glad one of us feels good about it...
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, hun. I know this can't be something you're looking forward to. It's just that... Well, Percy is an automaton. So superhuman strength and resilience and all that. Plus, I know he won't let anything happen to you.
Poppy (to Vincent): I know, honey, but have you heard about the Du Mal's parties? ... Let's just say at some point it's going to be weird.
Vincent (to Poppy): No. I can't say that I have.
Poppy (to Vincent): They like oddities... they have their own sideshow. So, you can imagine how much they're going to love me & Percy. That's why I needed Jacob's help, one of his friends is bringing us as entertainment to the party...
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh my... Why didn't you want to tell me about this, hun?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't know... your history with Percy, us. I honestly, don't think I have a good answer.
Vincent (to Poppy): OK. Thanks for telling me what's going on, sweetie.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh. You're welcome, honey... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner.
