[ic] Packing List

[whydidithavetobemummies]

Okay, here's what I've got.

• Clothes.
• Thompson.
• Colt one.
• Someone's ridiculous Derringer. Actually, I'm not carrying that around in public.
• Colt two.
• BAR.
• New gun bag. Some nine-thousand-year-old thing came back from the dead long enough to eat my old one.
• Sandwiches.

Anyone else got any bright ideas? Evy, suggestions?

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[whydidithavetobemummies]

[Rick turns around quickly, getting a glance of Evy in a bathing suit. She's lovely, really, but that's hardly news, and hardly anything to gawk about now, after he's already seen her in a wet nightie. But it's worth it, being reminded. He smiles when he sees her, squinting slightly.] Yeah, it's lovely. Deserts are always pretty as anything. [Largely because he can, he reaches over, placing a hand on Evy's shoulder and using it to pull her close. He kisses her temple.] You don't look half-bad, yourself.

[proudofwhatiam]

[She beams at him, flattered.] I could say the same for you. [Evy tilts her head towards his, pressing a kiss in return to the corner of his mouth. And thing go along in chaste but fond fashion for the rest of the afternoon.]