Roger and Morag
"Hello, hello." Roger raised his glass in salute when Morag appeared at his side. "I'm not repeating that lame pick-up line," he said with a smirk before taking another sip of champagne.
He hadn't seen much of Morag over the last little bit, and he supposed he was mostly to blame for that fact; Roger hadn't been leaving his room at Steve's unless he absolutely had to, for meals and for the loo more often than not, though the occasional game of chess or whatever other game Rose found around the house broke into his solitude every now and again as well. That girl was a pest. She might not have liked her nickname, but it was incredibly fitting.