4 Apocalypse Avenue, Sunday morning

[magdaofslovenia]

Sophie was out on her balcony, lazily drinking a cup of coffee, waiting for Geoffrey to wake up and join her and reading the Sunday papers from D.C. and Baltimore while she enjoyed muffins.

J,GoB, of course. She wasn't impersonating a baker today.

[for the director guy]

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[suit_of_sables]

Geoffrey made his way out soon enough, dressed plainly in a t-shirt and flannel bottoms. Seeing her out on the balcony had him moving to slip a lazy hand around her waist to press a slightly sleepy kiss to her cheek.

[magdaofslovenia]

Sophie smiled, and arched up to return it, tilting her head to study him. "Good morning," she purred lazily. "You slept well." Yes, she checked.

[suit_of_sables]

He nodded and there was a blissful little smile on his face.

"Yes. You?"

[magdaofslovenia]

"Perfectly. It's good to be... home, again." Strange to think of this place as home, but if she thought of it as home-for-now, it wasn't as unnerving. Sophie tilted her head at him. "And nothing in particular changed in the three weeks I was gone?"