~thirty-eight~ (tying up some loose ends, backdated to May 9th)

[glowing_science]

[Filtered to one certain Edward Nigma.]

Edward?

We need to talk. About what happened at prom and about the ridiculous amount of chocolate you left on my porch.

[Amazingly enough, she doesn't sound angry or even annoyed. Simply serious.]

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[puzzlerprince]

[...oh, god, what had Mother's Day made him do? Well. At least she doesn't sound upset. For now, anyway.]

...I was wondering when you'd call. Question: When and where?

[Oh so filtered]

[glowing_science]

Somewhere neutral.

Meet me in the park?

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[puzzlerprince]

Now?

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[glowing_science]

Unless you have a better time in mind?