[As always, Alex is pretty casual herself, and she's wearing what is practically her uniform of trousers, a blouse, a cardigan and a scarf as it's starting to become cold again. She gives him a smile and steps back so that he can come into the stupidly ornate Victorian house that had been Howard's before it was theirs. Which was honestly where the good scotch came from. The man had stored loads of it, so now they were slowly working through it.
Leading him into the living room, Alex just dropped onto the couch and gestured to the chair. Despite the outside of the house, the furniture was actually of the comfortable variety rather than what one might expect. However, that said, the rooms were entirely lined with bookshelves and books. There were so many books.]
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Leading him into the living room, Alex just dropped onto the couch and gestured to the chair. Despite the outside of the house, the furniture was actually of the comfortable variety rather than what one might expect. However, that said, the rooms were entirely lined with bookshelves and books. There were so many books.]
How've you been, Dorian?