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Claudia Donovan (clauds) wrote in makebelievelog,

Claudia would've hoped that Myka had been able to help H.G. on some level, had she known just how much James' death was weighing on the Victorian woman. Really, though, Claudia was becoming disconnected from Myka. As a whole, though, Claudia's mind didn't linger on such things. Rather, her mind had focused on her devious plan to get H.G. in a barbecue place. Going inside, she could only smile.

"I don't think the primal ancestors used barbecue sauce, let alone - looks like there are eight different options! I'd advise avoiding the hottest." There was a sign that indicated the different sauce types. The entire place had pig decorations around in it; it was, truly, a place that she figured H.G. was completely out of place in. It made Claudia grin a bit. If this didn't make H.G. forget about the focus on and around rings and proposing, she didn't know what would.

"Are you going to take an extra long way as revenge for me picking here?" Claudia asked with a grin as they were directed to a booth.