Susan Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} susanamybones) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
She nodded thoughtfully, then grinned again. "I think it's good though, a bit of exposure is always good for an artist and as much as she can be quite scary, Parkinson always seems to make sure her clients get the most out of their marketting. She's probably engaged guerilla marketing or whatever it was that my cousin's wife was blathering on about last week."
"I think I have, yeah. It's this lovely place on Hanover Terrace. It has a big back yard for Shadow to play in, and a mews house which I'll do ... Something with, I'm sure. I was going to get Seamus to come and help me butter up the estate agent, but he was replaced by a lovely woman who was thrilled at the idea of a 'young professional woman' owning a house of her own," Susan said, smiling despite herself. "I think she thinks I work for MI-6 or something like that." She nodded and smiled to herself, glad that Dean was open to the idea. If Shadow could in some way help Dean then Susan was all for it. "That'd be great actually, I'll make sure you're keyed to the wards obviously."
She rolled her eyes and swatted at him. "Excuse me, I'm a witch. If you don't think I have chameleonic makeup in the house than I don't know what to do with you Dean," she replied with mock tartness, before allowing her expression to soften again. "I think telling her about the issue will be good," she suggested, scratching her head for a moment. "At least you've got the whole concept that the War was something that didn't really impact anywhere else but the UK, so you won't be monstrously offended if she is a bit underwhelmed. Though I don't think she'd be underwhelmed by the PTSD."