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xxxthis way no one has to know"
She shrugged at the question about Dr. Frankenstein. "Possibly? I can't remember, I just remember drawing a picture of myself as a mad scientist and my poor teacher being quite confused. I don't think I knew they were usually the bad guys? Or if I did, I didn't care. Either's possible, I was always a bit of a weird kid."
"Ask Winter, I heard they played dress-up together," Poppy remarked drily as Max asked about the Renaissance re-enactment. "Oh piss off Poppy, you just sound jealous," Winter retorted. "Winter has a type, and it's always either the weirdest person he can find or the most boring," Willow elaborated, taking a sip of her cocktail.
Willow started laughing at Max's reaction to the museum story. "Oh yeah. I didn't know where to look. I've never been so relieved to just see weird ass modern art with no sexual implications. Once I got out I just had to go lie down, I'm still mildly mentally scarred. Please don't ask me to describe it, I have nightmares I'm trapped in that room. Luckily enough, I'd already overcharged my client because he was a patronising, creepy, dick, so I didn't feel like I'd been cheated. And that, dear friends, is why I'm always reluctant to work modern art cases now. It was just horrific."
"She called me afterwards and I thought she was having a stroke, she couldn't get a single word out right," Poppy remarked. "I had to come over and comfort her," she added, and Willow raised an eyebrow. "Comfort me? I mean, if that's what you want to call it." In reality, Poppy had tried to get her drunk, but Willow hadn't even been able to drink. In the end, Poppy just handed Willow some chocolate and left her to her own devices.
"Ask Winter, I heard they played dress-up together," Poppy remarked drily as Max asked about the Renaissance re-enactment. "Oh piss off Poppy, you just sound jealous," Winter retorted. "Winter has a type, and it's always either the weirdest person he can find or the most boring," Willow elaborated, taking a sip of her cocktail.
Willow started laughing at Max's reaction to the museum story. "Oh yeah. I didn't know where to look. I've never been so relieved to just see weird ass modern art with no sexual implications. Once I got out I just had to go lie down, I'm still mildly mentally scarred. Please don't ask me to describe it, I have nightmares I'm trapped in that room. Luckily enough, I'd already overcharged my client because he was a patronising, creepy, dick, so I didn't feel like I'd been cheated. And that, dear friends, is why I'm always reluctant to work modern art cases now. It was just horrific."
"She called me afterwards and I thought she was having a stroke, she couldn't get a single word out right," Poppy remarked. "I had to come over and comfort her," she added, and Willow raised an eyebrow. "Comfort me? I mean, if that's what you want to call it." In reality, Poppy had tried to get her drunk, but Willow hadn't even been able to drink. In the end, Poppy just handed Willow some chocolate and left her to her own devices.