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[death_glare]

[ If Grell had expected William to be oblivious to her activities, she was sorely mistaken. He'd come from his office multiple times that day, looking to have a word with her about proper office behaviour, timely submission of forms, and the coffee carafe from the break room, that she'd happily emptied but failed to refill. Each time, he'd been met with an empty desk, even though he'd seen her minutes before. And when questioned, Knox just brushed him off like it was no big deal - he'd finished his own work for the day and wasn't staying overtime, big plans for the evening and all that.

So, the next time William caught a glance of bright red slinking past the frosted windows of his office, he made an executive decision - quickly teleporting himself in the doorway of the office, appearing just before she attempted to leave... ]

And where are you sneaking off to this time?

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[untodeath]

Oh, that would make for the most adorable family vacation.

[ Shoulders raised, her eyes are nearly sparkling. ]

I'm just imagining being on the beach, watching you take Rosalind into the water. We'll definitely need a camera by then, so I can take pictures of the entire thing!

[death_glare]

Cameras seem a bit impractical for the beach.

[ And Grell better not think he won't be dragging her into the water, as well. ]

What about yourself? Since all your dreams are being checked off. Any others I'm not aware of?

[untodeath]

Oh, no, not really! I can't be seen in a swimsuit for at least the next fifty years, so I either make myself comfortable under an umbrella with a book, or make myself useful.

[ Closing her eyes, she chuckles. ]

Now, let's see... What haven't I rambled to you about? [ And then, she lights up! ] Holidays. I've never celebrated them proper and always thought it would be a bit fun to do it right, what, with the themed meals and overdecorating...

[death_glare]

Then wear a more modest swimsuit.

[ William shakes his head. ]

America has quite a few holidays of their own to celebrate, as well. Plus I'm certain their traditions differ from our own, a bit.

[untodeath]

[ There isn't a swimsuit around that would conceal her masculine proportions and tone, but William's optimism is commendable. Such is a conversation for another time; for now, she merely sighs, idly drawing her fingers along his. ]

Then we'll adopt those, as well! Any reason to celebrate life for our darling little girl.

[death_glare]

This first year already sounds exhausting.

[ Though he doesn't sound particularly bothered by that. Instead he takes another sip of his drink while looking around at the other passengers that litter the deck. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell could be finishing her drink off as well, but that would require her to let go of William's hand! For now, she's quite content as is.

He isn't the only one looking across the deck, either. Rosalind has taken to watching some older children playing hopscotch. ]

Just as well. I don't think we're much accustomed to relaxing these days.

[ Sitting in the quiet like this would have left her bored already, had he not sent her heart racing. It still hasn't quite settled! ]

To be honest, I've been expecting us to become a tad stir crazy, confining ourselves to the ship.

[death_glare]

What do you suggest, then? It isn't as though we can go teleporting off somewhere.

[untodeath]

[ Cheeks coloring just so, the lady bats her lashes with a fully content little smile! ]

Oh, no, you've managed to keep things interesting.