Who: Petit & Sadako Where: Guildhall, New Orleans What: ... with these two? Could be going out on a stabbing spree, could be staying in and watching Rachael Ray. When: Saturday evening Warnings: see the what. Always possible, will update with specifics if necessary.
Petit's regular checkups had been worked into the roster of checking on the band and their various and sundry peripherals, which suited her just fine, since it meant she didn't have to worry about making a schedule, that and she knew she could always get ahold of Sadako if she needed to.
At that particular moment she was sprawled in a comfortable chair, feet propped up on a side table, wearing a pair of yoga pants, and a button-down shirt, that was buttoned only enough to cover her breasts, glowering down at her belly, and presumably Henri as well, given as how what she said was: "You're the one who wanted extra sweet chilli oil, so you can stop kicking me for it."