167. To win a bet.

[thegooddrjones]

[Martha's communicator clicks on, and she just sings.]

Iiiiii am engaged!

[In the background, you hear Snape going "Have you lost your mind?!" Martha then giggles and there's a struggle before she cuts the feed.]

[OOC: Sorry for the spam.]

Private to Merlin, visible to Snape, added a day later.
We need a favour.

Comments

[whattheytellyou]

Uh...huh.

Congratulations?

[thegooddrjones]

Thanks.

[whattheytellyou]

When life hands you lemons.

[thegooddrjones]

I really don't see it like that.

[timesbureaucrat]

Congratulations, Doctor Jones.

[thegooddrjones]

Thank you, Narvin.

[timesbureaucrat]

I'm glad you've fully gotten over your infatuation with that renegade. Snape is a much better choice.

...I assume it's Mr. Snape to whom you're engaged?

[thegooddrjones]

I've been over it for a long time now.

And yes, engaged to Severus.

[goodgrasshopper]

[Have a delighted girly squeak, Martha.] That's wonderful! Congratulations!

[thegooddrjones]

Thank you!

[thegooddrjones]

Thank you!

[Private]
How are you doing?

[Private]

[thegooddrjones]

If you do want to talk about anything, I'm about, yeah?

[expectremorse]

[Eventually had to happen]

Congratulations Doc.

[thegooddrjones]

Thank you, Hoffman.

[expectremorse]

[Brow furrows] set a date?

[thegooddrjones]

Not yet.