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[carefulwishes.livejournal.com]

Eden is looking pretty. Her sunburn is gone, she has makeup on, and is wearing a form-fitting copper dress with a silver belt. Her feet are bare - she'd rather go bare-foot than wear her sneakers or flip-flops. Eden has committed many crimes, but fashion crimes aren't one of them.

She's looking for an owner of a certain car who's not Gabriel, because no, okay?. Is he by the pool? Is he in the bunker? Is he on the boat? Is he in the house? Eden will look.

Who does she find?

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[carefulwishes.livejournal.com]

The smile doesn't falter.

"Your car. I'll pay for gas and everything! I just need to get to Metropolis and drop some stuff off at my new place."

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Just point out on a map where your new place is, I'll pick it up in a few days."

[carefulwishes.livejournal.com]

"Oh - thanks! But I could totally drive it back if that'd be easier."

She's only offering because she's sure it won't be accepted.

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you really want to, I'm not going to stop you." Lightly.

[carefulwishes.livejournal.com]

"...I will admit that it's perhaps not my burning desire," Eden concedes.