"I have to admit that your reaction was quite odd, to say the least." Chyler started when the technicians left, taking the head and all their 'crimectibles', as Aria was calling it.
Toussaint was sitting by the kitchen counter, Callaghan was standing with her back to her, making her coffee. Hour was late, but they both knew that the night that was awaiting would not be full of sleep.
"Oh, don't lose your head over it." Aria scoffed, putting the coffee mug in front of her partner. Whatever Chyler wanted to say about the host, she needed to admit that the beverage smelled almost godly. "Weird like weird, she's just the past. I mean, was. Figuratively and now, literally." She shrugged.
"Did you have a prenuptial agreement?"
