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WHO:

sdrawkcabcigam
WHERE: Some nice diner/cafe open super early
WHEN: Early on Fri 29th about 5am
SUMMARY: Bond's asking Zee for a magical favour, but can only do so if sweet, sweet breakfasting is involved
WARNINGS: James Bond, Zee with sweetness
FORMAT: Words

[Bond is sitting in a diner, looking all handsome and cool.]

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Just like to keep on tabs on just who he knows.

You like to keep tabs on me?

Yes.

Really.

[More... smug than innocent sip.]

Always.

[It's enough to distract her for a little bit, as she picks off a few large strawberries that top the plate and eats them. There's a moment of silence as she eats and he might have thought for a moment that he was safe from her bringing the subject back up. Just long enough to be lulled into temporary safety and...]

I had no idea you were a fan, James.

I am of the Mayor, certainly.

[Probably also spit on, but she doesn't say that.]

Right, right. I'm sure if I went to your place, there'd be no hidden copies of magazines with me in them or DVRed episodes of late night talk shows, right? [Of course not. He watches them immediately and deletes them and burns the magazines.]

I don't buy magazines and I don't record TV.

[Gross.]

Of course not. [She gives him a little wink, so quick and slight that he might have thought he imagined it.]

You might notice the direct video feed I have to your bedroom though.

I'll have you know that Arthur will do terrible things to you if any of those get out. [She almost said that she hoped he liked the view of John's ass, but. Trying to keep it classy. Ish.]

Don't worry, they'll all stay entirely private.

How kind of you. [In a very practiced sort of way, she scoops a bit of the whipped cream off the top with a finger and finishes with a lick of her lips. Tease.]

We cam here to talk about business.

Of course. No mixing pleasure with business, got you. [There is less teasing now, with how she takes a quick sip of shake through the straw.] But anyway, you know I'll do it. I'm not sure what more there is to discuss.

Then I suppose breakfast is over. That was quick.

But I'm still eating and enjoying your company.

That can't be right.

Why do you say that?

Enjoying my company. Seems like a contradiction.

Why would it be?

Not sure.

Difficult. [Stabs her pancakes and cuts off a bit. How dramatic.]

Speaking of difficult...

How's home life treating you?