A Strange & Winding Road: Day 80

Eep (to Mouse): Hey. Do you know where the fuck the coffee grinder is?

Mouse (to Eep): Uh no... It's not in the cabinet?

Eep (to Mouse): Not that I can find. You, uh, you don't remember rearranging the kitchen last night?

Mouse (to Eep): What? I didn't rearrange the kitchen, last night... Did I?

Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. I came outta the studio last night, and you had all the pots and pans pulled out. You didn't really answer when I asked what you were doing.

Mouse (to Eep): Oh... I don't remember doing that, at all. Uh, I found the grinder... I'm going to go get us a new one.

Eep (to Mouse): Where was it?

Mouse (to Eep): In the garbage can, it looks like someone took a hammer to it.

Eep (to Mouse): Jesus. No kidding. You must have been having one hell of a dream last night.

Mouse (to Eep): I guess so. I don't even remember what it was. Do you wanna go get coffee? My treat.

Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. Sure. Suppose I should leave the house at some point again.

Mouse (to Eep): Heehee... Worried about running into your adoring public?

Eep (to Mouse): "Adoring public..." Yeah. That's what I'm afraid of. Fat Christ... Next time I wanna get rid of a bunch of paintings, and I threaten to do an art show? Check me for head injuries.

Mouse (to Eep): Oh... So, you didn't like the fact that you sold three pieces at the reception? Or that you got that write up in the paper?

Eep (to Mouse): Well... yeah. Selling stuff was nice. I mean, yeah. That part was good but I think that was more than balanced out by the scenester douchebags who stood around all night making snide comments. And they ate all those little puff things you made. Fuckers. I, uh, I still don't know how I feel about the bit in the paper.

Mouse (to Eep):  I love you, you cranky artist.

Eep (to Mouse): Heh. Yeah, well, thank God for that. Christ... I need coffee. How bout you, Ms Midnight Coffee Grinder Killer?

Mouse (to Eep): That sounds good. Heh... I kinda missed the nickname. I mean, how else am I supposed to know you care if you don't call me something odd? :-p

Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Shit! I didn't even think about the "killer" part. Christ! I'm sorry. You're, uh, you're not mad? I mean, I-I haven't been able to think of anything else as far as a nickname. Um...

Mouse (to Eep): It's okay, really. I promise.

Eep (to Mouse): Oh. OK. Good. Heh. I could always just call you wifey.

Mouse (to Eep): I think I'd prefer killer, honestly. :-p

Eep (to Mouse): If those are the only two choices, I wouldn't blame you.

Several hours later:

Percy (to Mouse): Mouse honey, what on earth are you doing here? Is everything okay?

Mouse (to Percy):  I need you to take me to the Monastery. I'm losing time again.

Percy (to Mouse): Losing time? Do you mean like when Hiiri took over? I assure you, we fixed it, she won't be doing that again, honey.

Mouse (to Percy): I'm not sure, but last night I rearranged the kitchen, smashed the coffee grinder & I don't remember doing it. Can you just take me, please? I just want to make sure.

Percy (to Mouse): Of course, honey... Did you tell your husband?

Mouse (to Percy): He was asleep, but I left him a note. I don't want to worry him for no reason.

Percy (to Mouse): Wait... How did you figure out how to get over here, honey? You've never wandered over on your own before.

Mouse (to Percy): Oh, I just used the device that the Davenports left us... It wasn't difficult at all.

Percy (to Mouse): Fair enough, honey... Follow me. My airship isn't too far from here.

Mouse (to Percy): Thank you, Percy.

A short time later:

Eep (to Vincent): Um, hello? Vincent? Can you uh...read me? Hear me? Whatever?

Vincent (to Eep): Eep? Is that really you? What's up? Is everything alright?

Eep (to Vincent): Um, yeah. It's me. And everything is fine. I mean, I think it's fine, I mean, I'm sure it's fine, I just...

Vincent (to Eep): Woah. Woah. Woah. OK, Slim, take it easy. What's going on?

Eep (to Vincent): Nothing. Nothing. It's just, um, Mouse. She had a moment last night where she, uh, did some weird stuff. And afterwards she didn't remember any of it. Last time she lost time, it, um...

Vincent (to Eep): It was Hiiri. I know. Don't worry, hun. I'm sure it was just a fluke. The brainiacs took care of it. I promise. But if it will make you feel better, I can stop by the Monastery tomorrow, and double check.

Eep (to Vincent): Um, yeah. It will. Thank you. Right. Um, keep me updated. I'm gonna go lay back down before your sister comes to bed.

Vincent (to Eep): I will. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Try to get some sleep. Good night.

A Strange & Winding Road: Day 79

Vincent (to Poppy): There's my beautiful lady. Aaaand there's a look. You have a look, hun. Did everything not go well?

Poppy (to Vincent): Did you know, honey, that teachers are not allowed to shoot their students even if they're being annoying? How am I supposed to instill fear & respect in them? I mean, I'm teaching spies not kindergarten.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, I think if you shoot students for being annoying, you'll soon have no students at all. Don't worry, hun. You're plenty intimidating enough without having to resort to a firearm.

Poppy (to Vincent): You say the sweetest things, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): I try. It will work out. They wouldn't have asked you to teach the class if you weren't qualified, lover.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee. And, here I was thinking they just wanted to make sure they knew where I was, instead of being freelance, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): Well that's a second possibility. Eek! Hey, hey! No shooting your husband either! Especially not when he's holding the baby.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well then, don't make it so tempting, honey.

Vincent (to Poppy): What? Me? NOT be tempting? I don't think I know how to do that...

Poppy (to Vincent): You are so lucky that I like you, honey... Quick, give me a kiss before we go see Molly & Family.

Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I am infinitely lucky. Have another kiss on account of you liking me so much. Are you ready to visit your family?

Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, I think so. Are you ready to talk to Bernard about a job, lover?

Vincent (to Poppy): Of course. Why wouldn't I be? I'm not nervous. Why would you think I'm nervous? I'm the very picture of calm, hun.

Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I was just wondering, honey, since you seem to be cutting off the circulation in my hand with your grip.

Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good heavens. I'm sorry, hun! If the truth has to be told, Bernard makes me a tad twitchy still. Part of it might stem from the fact that he always seems to be flexing his fists whenever I'm around.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, I think that's just the nature of big brothers, honey. As long as he hasn't asked to talk with you frankly and on your own, I think you're safe.

Vincent (to Poppy): Safe may be a relative term, hun. He did say he wanted to talk.

Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... I'm sorry, lover. Well, on the plus side, I'll be the prettiest young widow ever. :-P

Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. There's no doubt about that. I'm glad your priorities are in order, hun. Here we are. I may has well get this done. Here's the Little Man. Go visit with Molly. I'll see you soon. Hopefully. If I don't return... Tell Victor wonderful things about me. Lie if you have to.

Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, it'll be fine, honey. I love you.

Vincent (to Poppy): I love you too. Be back before you can miss me.