Methos (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-29 20:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | methos, winifred burkle |
Who: Methos and Fred Burke.
What: Tacos and beer.
Where: Methos' apartment.
When: After journal post.
A quick look around the place had told him that his stuff was around, including the journals he'd kept since people had invented the script. Which was something ... but there was still a distinct lack of Alexa, which hadn't brightened his day any. But Methos, pleased with the prospect of having something to do on an otherwise droll day, had thrown himself on the task of providing a certain poor girl with her own brand of comfort food. And as long as there was beer involved, he would never mind. A quick trip to the store got him what he needed and before too long, he'd put a frying pan on the stove, opened his first beer and was working the damn dough, like a certain beautiful woman had taught him a long time ago.
When the doorbell rang, Methos promptly opened the door with a piece of bell pepper in his mouth. "Hello, Fred." He easily swung the door open and invited her into his place - not like he'd formed any kind of attachment to it yet. "Come on in and make yourself at home."