Who: Richard and Isabelle What: So I'm about 800+ years old, how are you When: Tuesday Where: Richard and Alex' Place
Despite everything, Richard was still happy they'd finally managed to clean everything up. The last thing Isabelle needed was to walk into an aftermath of an explosive argument. They'd bought a new coffeetable, and replaced all the things that had gotten broken.
He'd also finally healed. He'd gotten two of his best bottles of wine out, because she'd need it, and twirled the old ring around on his finger. He petted Normandy as he waited, and rose as he heard the bell.
He smiled at her and motioned her inside. "Have a seat." He motioned to the couch and took a seat in a chair near her. "Now before I start, who told you, and how did you believe them?" He waved a hand, "not that it's not true but there are some people that are less...pleasant."