True to form, Desmond was late. After moving into his new office and stopping at Gambling's meet and greet the evening before, he'd grabbed a few hours of sleep back home before taking a morning flight down to Louisiana. Truthfully, he didn't have to fly -- as high on power as Desmond had been, he probably could have figured out a way to wing down south himself. But he liked travel. He liked the ritual. He liked the flight attendants even if they weren't nearly as sexy as he remembered them.
The flight itself was fairly quick and very uneventful. He checked into two different hotels once he'd left the airport, and like always, Desmond wound up being late to his meeting. CeCe didn't have to wait too long, luckily -- ten minutes, less than his norm. And when the god swept into Tante Mattie's, it was as if no time at all had passed. Desmond made a beeline for Comfort Food, slipping sunglasses into his shirt pocket and dropping down onto one knee before her. "CeCe, my love of the ages, you're as beautiful as my dreams remember. No, more."
Grinning up at her, he ignored the amused and baffled mortals around them, instead reaching for one of CeCe's hands. Ninety years since he was the full-time Divorce, and they'd both aged unsurprisingly well. After so much change in the past week, that alone made Desmond feel good. Of course, he always felt good around CeCe. It was part of her charm, one of the many reasons he played the fool in her presence. "Tell me what your secret is, so that the rest of us poor saps can build shrines in your name -- more shrines, huh? -- and follow in your gracious footsteps."
And that was Desmond's way of saying "hello, nice to see you".