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[enarms]

"John Watson's phone. I'm either busy or ignoring you, in which case you'll know who you are. Leave a message."

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[enarms]

Advance warning.

[ if she's sticking around, she's likely in for stumbling over a good few things about John Watson that she very well may not like ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Have I done that good of a job of convincing you that I'm without faults?

[It's a joke. Ha ha. He's not perfect, she knows.]

[enarms]

Oh, absolutely. Not a blemish of character to be found. Maybe you've crammed them all into those extra few inches.

[ you giantess ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

You'd better get used to the height if you haven't already.

[She's sticking around. Until she meets her incentive, anyway.]

[enarms]

I was over it roughly 5 minutes after the first time you stood up to wobble off to the loo. [ that one time you were cryin into your whisky, remember that claire ] Seems like we'll both be fine.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[We don't talk about that despite her being forever touched that he chose to sit with her.] I didn't just chill you to the core by saying you're a dear friend after scolding you about your interactions with a person that has your face?

[enarms]

Close, but no cigar. You'll have to try harder next time. [ or maybe don't ever, but you catch the drift ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Don't challenge me, Dr. Watson. [Someone is going to get all the Christmas smooches and hugs.]

But I do understand the discomfort with the similar faces. [She's not totally unsympathetic. There are just worse people than Bilbo Baggins.]