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The Perk; Late Sunday Morning [ 11/27 ].

It was amazing, Angua thought, how one long weekend back in Ankh-Morpork could make a person really appreciate returning to a place where coffee tasted like actual coffee and not mud.

Needless to say, the coffee shop was one of the first places Angua hit up once she got back from her trip which, at least this time, actually went according to plan. As she stirred in a little bit of cream and glanced out the window by her table out at the quiet streets of the village, she wondered if she was getting faintly spoiled and a little too content in this place, which was just ironic and stupid, because didn't she come here because she was feeling faintly spoiled and a little too content there?

She supposed, in a way, it was a good thing she felt this way, because she could reason with herself that it was just proof that she wasn't getting comfortable with the idea of just settling in like a good dog.

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It was after dropping off Nicky at the Community Center daycare that Cally stopped by The Perk. After purchasing a coffee, she noticed one of her tenants and walked over.

"Nice to see you, Sergeant."

Angua gave a faint smile and a nod in greeting. "Just got back, actually," she said. "I didn't miss anything...exciting over the past few days, did I?"

Sure, she'd find out soon enough based on the paperwork at the station tomorrow, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to potentially prepare herself.

"I was actually gone myself," Cally admitted. "Spent Thanksgiving with some old friends from school, here. If anything exciting happened on the island, I missed it."

"Everything seems like it's been quiet, anyway," Angua noted with a small shrug. "I tend to have a sense about that sort of thing. Granted, I don't think that's going to save me from having a load of paperwork waiting for me tomorrow, but that's par for the course."

"Ugh, paperwork," Cally said. "I've had so much extra of that, lately. My old boss apparently isn't in the owner of the building anymore, and the paperwork has gotten so much worse."

"At least yours seems like actual paperwork," Angua reasoned. "I'm pretty sure Ralph makes up most of what we've got. Though there seems to be a pretty high turn-over rate of tenants in this place, so that's got to add another level of it for you."

"I'm grateful for the long-termers," Cally said. "Though the last new one was Jessica. Have you met her, yet?"

She totally had no idea about any possible... conflict there could be between Jessica and Angua.

Angua couldn't help but wonder if that title was going to be eventually applied to her, and the thought sent a rattle up her spine and turned her stomach almost as much as the thought of the new tenant.

"No, I haven't," Angua admitted, and, though it was true, her lip twitched slightly in a curl. She hadn't met her, that she could recall, but she could smell her the moment she moved in, and that was all she needed to know. "I'm not usually very...social."

"Me neither, usually," Cally said. "Sort of juggling two full time jobs takes a lot out of my social time. I've been thinking of get-togethers for the tenants. Like... book clubs or just even some mixer parties. Does that sound like anything you'd be interested in?"

Angua was tempted to look at Cally as if perhaps Cally hit her head on something, to actually be asking her something like that, but it just made her think that she really hadn't socialized much at all with her new landlady. Not intentionally, of course, as she had with the former one, but...

"I might stop in to see how it's going," she offered. "It's not something I'm usually interested in, but it sounds like those things I should try to be more interested in..."

Cally'd hit her head plenty of times. Even been shot into space without any protection whatsoever.

"So I'll take that as a tentative encouragement to actually do it," Cally decided. "I'll have to ask some of the other tenants, get a better idea of the interest. But I'd sure be happy to have you there, if anything does happen."

Smiling slightly, Angua nodded, and tried not to think of all the other tenants that sucked blood or had a constant aroma of their many eligible dogs clinging about them. And, because it seemed the nicer thing to do despite her not particularly wanting to, she offered, "And if you need any help with anything, just let me know."

"I'll let you know," Cally said. "I'll probably end up doing something for the holiday. Even if Christmas gives me the heebie-jeebies."

Because it was forever linked with a certain spy principal.

"Christmas is going to be yet another new one for me," Angua admitted. "I think the closest thing we've got is Hogswatch, so it'll be interesting seeing how similar or different they are."

"It's not really my normal holiday," Cally admitted. "But one I learned. It's a pretty nice one, as long as no one ruins it for you. Which hopefully I won't."

"I typically find that it's the holiday itself that ruins the holiday for someone, rather than a person," Angua offered, which was meant to be encouraging despite its cynicism.

"Maybe," Cally said. "I guess we'll all see later. But I need to get back to some of that aforementioned paperwork. You have a good day, Sergeant."

Tim was sporting a fading bruise and limping just slightly this morning upon his return to Fandom. This was because he had several "nieces" and "nephews" who liked to roughhouse and had not yet quite realized they weren't as small as they used to be.

Also that juggling billiard balls was trickier than they thought.

Still, it had been a good Thanksgiving holiday and now he was eager to try that eggnog latte he saw up there on the menu.

"Mmmmm, eggnog. Wait, chocolate eggnog? Are you the devil?"

There was more than just the assessment about the eggnog that quirked Angua's eyebrows, but that was what she chose to comment on.

"Are you asking them that in a good way, or a bad one?"

"A good way." Tim said, turning. He'd said it before he'd even spotted who had spoken. Then he saw Angua and repeated; "A good way, cause of the temptation and..." He turned to the barrista. "You got that right?"

The barrista considered whether or not to mess with him and decided to be nice, nodding.

"I feel people general exaggerate the sinfulness of a temptation like chocolate," Angua said with a faint shrug, folding her arms on the table and leaning over her coffee. "On the scale of evil things, I'd put it pretty low, in fact, unless you were allergic."

"I think it's not so much the chocolate in itself. But the unhealthiness of it." Which didn't bother Tim in the slightest. "But yeah even still on the scale of evil, it's pretty damn low."

And he'd been to hell.

"The people that worry me are the ones who don't say things like that in a joking manner."

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