[Video] Was it something I said?

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor's sitting cross legged on her couch, looking around a very quiet apartment. There are a few new pieces of art on the walls and some fun pieces to help make the place seem more like home to the pair who lived there... except there was one problem.

One half of the pair was suspiciously missing.

When Eleanor got home after work her name was the only one on the door. She'd tried to call over the mirror, even said her name to try to put that stupid curse to good use... but nothing. Finally giving in, she picks up her mirror and turns it on to broadcast to everyone.

She looks worried as she looks into the mirror.]

Uh, guys? Rosabella is gone. Like... gone gone.

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[az_shrimp_horny]

[He was really getting good at this comforting thing. It meant so much to have him there and for him to be so understanding. He knew her so well... even ignoring the shit he learned from her file. She nods against his chest.]

A lot of them.

[takeitsleazy]

... You wanna go out, or should I just go get some and bring them back here?

[even as he asked it, he wasn't sure she'd want to be alone, or even that he'd want to leave her]

I wonder if we can wish for them.

[az_shrimp_horny]

I mean we could go out... but I don't really think I wanna.

[It was weird. She usually jumped at the chance to go out, with or without the promise of getting plastered. But this was different. It wasn't a celebratory drinking. Or even a boredom drinking. She feels like she should drink surrounded by the stuff that reminds her of Rosabella.]

I don't think wishing works like that, bud.

[takeitsleazy]

Okay, then. ... I might have another idea ...

[he pulls out his mirror and swipes it on, sending a quick text - or as quick as he can hunt and peck it out.]

Let's just hope he's in a good mood...

[that extra wedge of strawberry champagne cheddar in the last order from the Emporium seems to have greased those particular wheels a little.] Ha! We're in luck.

[he taps out another message, and then moves toward the door, opening it about a foot or so. not long after, a bubble drifts through the door with a bottle of Riesling inside. Michael lets it float toward Eleanor and proceeds to look quite pleased with himself]

Compliments. Of. Aziraphale.

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor watched him, curious, as he struggled to type. Ugh. Dude learn to type.]

What?

[Then that bubble arrives and her eyebrows raise.]

Whoa, what the hell is this?