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[rogue_lawyer]

Hey, vision-girl! Any idea why Wes is so damn happy for us that he has to physically leave the house? Because I got nothing here.

Screw British-to-American. I need a Wesley-to-American dictionary.

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[__visiongal]

I've spent five years trying to figure him out and y'know, I think I have less than you.

I even threatened something unpleasant if he walked out of there without talking to us and he just went ahead and did it. *frowns*

[rogue_lawyer]

You're just lucky that the cryptic isn't contagious.

Now that's worth getting curious about. If he thinks he isn't getting the third degree about this when he gets home, he's got another thing coming. You bring the wooden chair, I'll bring some rope and an ominously swinging lightbulb.

You don't think this has something to do with the Big Connor Talk, do you? He seemed fine on the way home.

[__visiongal]

What, with me? 'Cause I can be cryptic. I just don't do it quite as well as formerly stuffy British guys.

Wooden chair, check. I'll bring the eyebrow too 'cause that's unpleasant all on a level of its own.

I don't think so. I mean it was probably tough and all but--Hi, I had the same kinda talk. Maybe not totally the same but similar and I came back fine. It's just weird how he kept saying that he was happy for us and we should take our time. Take our time with what, exactly?