Who: Gabe & William Where: Library When: Saturday morning What: Grumpy and grumpier (or: this argument amuses us but probably doesn't further the quest for a cure for Pete. Oops.)
The gift basket had been incredible, Gabe wasn't going to deny it. Maybe he'd had a moment (right after the how did he get clabbert webs? moment) when he'd thought maybe the whole situation wasn't so bad. Then he'd moved a bottle of vodka to reveal pink-wrapped heart-shaped chocolates and remembered that no, no, it really was that bad. And if he'd had any lingering doubt, last night's visit would've kicked its arse.
How serious was Gabe about putting an end to it? He had a full-strength hate potion brewing in his lab right now. That serious. What the hell, right? After this long, Pete knew a lot of the worst there was to know about Gabe already, and Gabe could live with him seeing the rest.
Except he had a feeling that it wouldn't work. The complications with the melding of recipes and the deviations and... Gabe honestly had no idea whether the hate potion might not actually make it worse. Call it a last resort. Plan B.
He was pushing through the library doors this morning in search of plan A. He marched up to the front desk (well, more sort of loped, but there was definite purpose there) and without greeting or preamble launched straight into, "This time I'm not turning your help down."