Texts to Veronica Mars
>>Are you around?
>>I need to talk to you about something
-- 5-0 fear gas situation
-- Stay safe, watch out for pumpkins and scarecrows
I have a question for you. Not an urgent one, if you're busy.
Question for you.
Actually, two. How's your end of the deal going?
Hey. You holding up okay?
I have a question for you, if you're up for it.
It's funny the things you realize when planning a wedding. For instance, that almost all of my closest friends are women.
I have to admit groomspeople doesn't sound quite as catchy as groomsmen, but I can't think of a better way of putting it. [...] Even the groom part doesn't seem like a real word anymore.
I can't find Jo. We were supposed to prepare for our class on Thursday.
I have a couple of questions for you.
So. How are you doing? And don't lie to me, cause I'll know.
Hi, I'm Lilly Kane. I'm planning a party and was hoping to use the 13th floor for it. Are you the right person to bug about that?
So....now that we have Dean back...maybe we could wedding plan in earnest? We haven't even talked about dates yet.
So, ah.
I might've tried to kill some of you recently. Trying to gank Sam's friends is kind of a recent habit I'm way over now that I've had some time to myself.
Sorry about that. Especially you, Veronica.
I'm meeting up with Dean tonight. I'm going to try to capture him if I can. I might need backup. And you might need to call in more backup. I'll trust your judgment on that.
I'm going over to his place, which is at [address]. If anything changes, I'll try to be in touch. Or Mara might be in touch with you on my behalf. Don't make any moves to follow me unless you hear something.
Anything I have to do tonight, to capture him, is going to hurt. Either physically or emotionally, or both. I'm sorry for the mess I might be, but I promise I'll be alright, once this is all over.
I love you.
Hey. Are you busy tonight? I might need your help with something.
Did you talk to Dean about being nicer to me, or did hecome up withmanage that on his own?
Thanks for talking Cas into a detox, Sammy, that made this apartment real fun.
I feel like I should start a betting pool on who's most likely to ruin my cop career, Dean or Cas.
Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on him. I know you're not happy about the way we moved out (Sam), but I hope you're appreciating your privacy. He's okay. I mean, he's a demon, but he's okay. As okay as demons go.
I was a douchebag to you and I'm half sorry.