First Floor Lobby: Wednesday Morning

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Ah. Genderswap day. Layla was up early this morning in the lobby setting up bin of underwear, jeans and t-shirts for the newly awakened guys to partake of.

Everything was organized according to style and then size for the convenience of anyone coming down stairs in a panic of some sort.

Layla then settled down in a sunny spot (please not that her skin was not sparkly, thank you very much) and started reading Ayn Rand for probably the one hundredth time.

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Re: Talk to Layla

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Jaina hoped that one didn't come out the way he meant it too. "I can't talk to you anymore," she said.

Re: Talk to Layla

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George grinned and gave her a teasing little bow. "Good day t'ye. Wit' luck th' Trickster'll have had his fun and moved on t'morrow."

Re: Talk to Layla

[solo_sword]

Oh, of all the kriffing phrasing to use...

"The Trickster is not having fun," Jaina grumbled, turning back to the clothes, mostly just to have something to mess with that wouldn't break.

Re: Talk to Layla

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George watched her for a moment, totally ready to open his mouth and ask.

But discretion and valor and the fact that she looked like she was going to kill something made that all click in.

"If ye say so, lass."