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[it was cute. Adorable really. And Alec was more or less satisfied with it. Maybe Anthony wouldn't need him after all. Fell either. They would have to sink or swim by themselves, but he had a feeling that they would fly once they got their act together. It was the one good thing that came out of this.]

You don't need to look after me. I'm fine. [said automatically as he relinquished the wine. Then his food came and he began to pick at it, taking off bits of this or that that looked unappetizing.

The rest of it got Anthony a sharp look]

Bureau spy? Who.

I'm gonna... Everyone needs some looking after. S'what family is for.

[ The wine bottle was given another swig before he set it down on the table and reached for one of those fiesta tacos. ]

That kid, Elliott. He's got a job with the Bureau in their medical department. Did you even know they had a medical department??

[fine. Have it your way. He will let Anthony have his way in that area-- And then just to be a brat, took the taco his cousin had been reaching for. He didn't even care for tacos really but took a bite of it out of spite.

It wasn't half bad...

He frowned at the mention of Elliott, wiping some sour cram from the corner of his mouth with a thumb]

You sure he's not spying on them?

[ Brat. He would have given his cousin a shin kick under the table if only that didn't mean having to stop lounging, something he was far too lazy and too drunk to consider. ]

He says he is trying to act as the middle man, be a peacekeeper to prevent both sides from hating the other. He's no spy! You even seen the kid try to lie?

[ He reached out to snag a different taco and take a bite. ]

He sucks at it! Which is why he's dangerous. He could tell them anything!

He's an idiot. [there was no denying that]

In over his head. [but] It would be interesting to feed him information and see where it went.

[he finishes off the taco and nabs another.]

We can't change what he decided to do or talk sense into him, but we can use it.

That's diabolical.

[ And that was saying something coming from a demon! ]

What would get a rise out of them... secret meeting? That Mr. Martin sounded really concerned those might be happening. We could send them to the waterworks, pretend something's going down there.

[a smirk]

How are we going to leak it? Accidentally overheard conversation? Flyers around? We don't want to trap anyone else in this.

Can't do the flyers, like you said, that might trap some one else. It would have to be overheard or... if some one were his friend and could slip something into a pocket. We could find out if those Bureau types go picking through his stuff while he is busy working.

Don't think he cares much for me anymore... How close are you?

I can probably manage something. [he picked the fish off the skewer with a fork and carefully ate it with a bit of tomato and green pepper.

It's a relief to be doing something proactive.]

Before I forget-- Do you have a car or just that bloody motorbike of yours?

Never been able to afford a car. I probably could now, but it's not just the car you also need the insurance... and to pay for a parking space... Not that I wouldn't love to have one. Why do you ask?

Fair enough. Thought I could get a lift to the airport.

I'm going to Edinburgh. If you want to know why, just look. [he slid his mobile across the table. Ellie had sent him forty-seven messages culminating in a substantial threat to come over there and kick his scrawny arse if she didn't see him]

She went joint on the airfare otherwise I would have told her to sod off. [he wouldn't've]

I could give you a lift but only on the back of two wheels.

[ The phone was picked up and the messages flipped through. Ellie, good on her for taking matters to hand. ]

Might do you some good to see her. I know it will her, she was blowing up my phone like this when you were in the hospital.

I'd like to be alive when I get there, thanks.

[he reached for the bottle, flexing his fingers in a questioning gesture. Another?]

I wish she'd leave it alone. We're barely related.

[ Anthony scrunched his nose at the gesture and took another swig himself before handing it over. ]

You're half related. S'good enough. Anyway it sounds fun, just taking off to Edinburgh. Take in a show while you're there.

I'll probably be forced to sit through a half dozen. Most involving popcorn. [he takes a longer swallow of the wine and sighs] You can't say to to her once she goes on a tear.

And of course mum will be around. [he might not give the bottle back] If I die, don't let me be buried there. Even if you have to pitch my body across the border.

You and El should go out. Spend less time back at home.

[ Cause yeeting you across the border sounds a difficult task. ]

Maybe there's a festival.

[he wrinkled his nose at the thought]

Too much bloody noise. [another sip of wine]

Music isn't noise. Anyway its better than shouting...

How long are you staying?

I've seen the festivals you go too. [were you expecting that wine back?]

Two weeks. One if I can manage it. A fortnight if she doesn't catch me sneaking out through the back door.

Nothing wrong with loud music and a huge bonfire.

[ The bottle was given a longing look but he was quite giddy already and not in the mood to go chasing after it. ]

It'll be a fortnight then. She will be watching that door like a hawk.