Morningstar Manor

"He needs a name," Alec was saying as he and Ang stood shoulder to shoulder at the kitchen sink. "We can't just keeping calling him 'the baby.'"

In the warm water filled basin, held securely in his father's arms, the baby blinked up at them in a rare, between nap, moment of lucidness while Ang gently washed him off with a soft terry cloth.

"Unless you want him to endure 'nobody puts Baby in a corner' jokes for the rest of his life, of course."

Roxy had gotten out of work today at four. She'd come home, tidied up in the apartment a little, and now was sitting on the sofa, watching Walk The Line, waiting for Spencer to get home from work.

Hi, Thomas, bloody airline fucked up my booking. I've just landed. Will meet you for lunch at - oh God - wherever. Um - there's this French place - Cloche D'Or - of Clef D'Or. I'll see if I can get a booking. If I can't there's always Subway I suppose.

See you about one thirty.

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Manny, Ted here. Bloody fucking airline got me in around four ay em. Long stop over at Heathrow and I haven't got half my luggage dammit. Ae you free this evening? I've got a lunch date but can meet you any time from - oh - three onwards? Lemme know huh? Leave a voicemail. I'm going to try and get a couple of hours sleep.

French menu, American attitude.

Ted nodded approvingly. At least they shouldn't have to wait an hour for their starter.

"Want a drink?" he asked Thomas.

Coat collar turned up, Ted arrived at the coffee bar at the appointed time and looked around for his partner in - not crime exactly - more seeing an opportunity and not letting tiny inconsequential legal quibbles stand in their way.

He spotted him and waved.