Room 218, Saturday Evening

[ancientbschamp]

While a week in the sun and sand sounded nice, Gabrielle was packing for the Mediterranean, not the Bahamas, and since that meant traveling light, there wasn't much more to pack than her usual small satchel. The last letter she'd gotten from Xena had been even more taciturn than usual, and Gabrielle had managed to read just enough between the

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[weetinyreese]

Kyle had only been walking by, but then he caught a glimpse of Gabrielle and backed up. "Packing for the Bahamas?" he asked from the doorway.

[ancientbschamp]

Gabrielle stopped trying to rearrange her scrolls in her bag and turned toward the door. "What? Oh, no. I'm going home for the week, actually. I think the weather might be about the same there." She smiled slightly. "Hi, Kyle. Are you going on the trip?"

[weetinyreese]

"Yeah, George talked me into it." Which was to say, George said there was a trip and that it'd be fun, so Kyle asked where to sign. One day that really wasn't going to end well for him. "Where's home? Oh, and thanks for the flower. I got it. At least I think it was meant for me, unless there's someone else who had a misunderstanding with the washing machine." Yes, he was calling it a misunderstanding now.

[ancientbschamp]

It was absolutely a misunderstanding. That description worked pretty well for Gabrielle too; after all, they'd worked out their differences with the machine, and it was still in one piece and didn't seem to be holding a grudge. Which was a good thing, since she didn't have too many wardrobe options.

"Of course it was meant for you," she assured him. "I made a very specific point of putting your name on the order form . . . except I think I forgot to put it on the note, didn't I?"

She eyed the contents of the satchel and decided nothing crucial was missing. "Home's Greece, and --" She tilted her head toward her phone, plugged in to charge on the nightstand where it was likely to stay. "Thousands of years in the past from now."