Log: Bobbi and Warren, Tuesday afternoon

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Bobbi and Warren go to pick up supplies for the office, along with other various items for Warren.



When Bobbi told Warren she had to run to Staples for some office supplies, she only thought that he'd ask her to get a few things. She hadn't anticipated him offering to come along, nor had she expected him to pick up so many things himself.

She reached into the cart - careful not to scratch the fancy new bracelet Warren had given her - and pulled out one of such items, frowning as she looked at it. "What is this again and why do we need it?"

Warren gave her an exasperated look. "who said anything about we? I want to revamp my image. Sending type written letters seems too cold. Too formal. If I'm going to practice my calligraphy," he said,motioning to the set in the cart " I need good,solid paper." He shook his head. "Business is only as good as the stock it's written on. Have I ever shown you my business card? Smoother than an angel's ass, and prettier too."

"Ok, you just lobbed that one right over the plate, didn't you?" Bobbi said with a chuckle. She wasn't going to fall for it either. "Calligraphy is important though, I agree, but I don't often hear too many guys saying that."

"Well, I was going to let you touch my ass for comparison, but you scare me so I won't.," he responded with a chuckle. "And I have many obscure interests. Would it surprise you to know I tried to take up falconry in prep school?"

He reached out and threw a package of construction paper into the cart. "Mother made me stop when it killed her chihuahua..."

"You're kidding about that, right?" Bobbi said with an arched eyebrow. If he wasn't then she didn't really want to know because that poor dog. "I take it you never kept up with it after that happened."

"Why bother? I only took it up to annoy my parents. I think that was soon followed with a stint of polo and the acquisition of a dreadful English accent." He grinned. "I may have Hollywood good looks, but I will never be an actor."

"Falconry, polo, English accent," Bobbi rhymed off, tapping a finger with each word. "Why are none of those surprising really? Thank god you've given up on the accent at least." She rolled her eyes at the good looks comment but smiled a little at the same time, then stopped in front of a stack of printer paper. "Ooh, I think we need some of this for the office, yeah?" They had lots of Warren things but they really did need supplies for work too.

Warren shrugged. "I have no idea what we actually need versus what I think we need. I'm merely here to to bankroll this entire process." He looked at the shelves of paper and brightened. "Picture paper too. I think we need to do do some more surveillance work." translation: they made enough money to keep going,but they were far from profitable. "try different kind of work."

"Well, it never hurts to be diverse I suppose, yeah." Bobbi had no real inclination for the whole following spouses suspected of cheating kind of work but to each their own. "Digital's where it's at, though, we could probably use some higher end memory cards too perhaps?" Not just for pictures but for all kinds of things she figured.

He couldn't help it. Warren gave Bobbi a bashful grin. "Is this where I admit I'm actually fairly technologically inept?" He tried to shrug it off, but it was clear that this was an honest admission. "I mean, I can barely set up my television. I pay people to set my things up and write me a fool-proof list on how to work it. And if that doesn't work, I call Miles. It's very handy to have a teenager on speed dial." Warren showed Bobbi his phone. "He's programmed my entire life. I can unlock my car with my phone. It's amazing."

"Really?" Bobbi never would've guessed that someone who potentially had access to so much technology would have that kind of trouble. She looked down at his phone as he showed it to her, letting out a low whistle. "Dang, that's pretty sweet. You can actually do that from your phone?" While she certainly didn't consider herself inept, Bobbi didn't realize such an app existed.

Warren nodded, looking down at it. "Mind you," he confessed, "I rarely use it. Growing up with opulence means that I kind of enjoy doing things the old fashioned way. and then, on the other hand, change and progress is excellent and is why I have lots and lots of money."

"Your cell phone or the app?" Bobbi asked with a hint of a smirk. "'Cause if I was you I'd probably spend so much on those special power ups in Candy Crush that I'd be level seventy billion and one or something." She didn't spend any of her money on things like that though, of course not, never. "That's true though, even if today the 'old fashioned way' of opening a car door is remote keyless entry, so."

Warren had to chuckle at that. "This is a strange world we live in, I agree with that...but at the end of the day, we are merely specks of dust in the atmosphere, irrelevant to the great whatever in the sky."

"Dust in the wind, as it were. Which, ooh," Bobbi snapped her fingers and reached for an item further up the aisle they were on, taking a broom and dustpan and placing them into the cart. It didn't really fit and jutted out awkwardly but she didn't care. "We are, but we still gotta clean up on a regular basis. Ain't that life?"

Now that startled Warren. "Wait -- we have to do the cleaning?" He blinked a few times as he tried to remember if he ever had. That was most likely a no. It wasn't that he disliked cleaning -- it was more the fact that someone else could do it for him. "I haven't approved housekkeeping services? Why did no one tell me this?" He pulled the broom out of the cart. "Certain things should be left to professionals. Cleaning is one of them."

"We have that, yes, but if you spill or drop something you can't just leave it there for the cleaners to get overnight. Or, well, you shouldn't, anyway." Bobbi explained. She paused and squinted at Warren, crossing her arms. "Wait, don't tell me that's what you do at home, is it?"

"Is there an answer that won't have you throw something at me," Warren asked warily. "Because I think you could very easily hurt me...and baby..don't hurt me. No more."

She groaned audibly at that one. "Well, I don't suppose I can be mad at you for that one because you're not wrong." She took the broom back from him, twirling it around as an impromptu staff for a second or two before putting it back into the cart to emphasize her point. Not that she'd ever hit him, of course, unless he made a really bad pun.

Bobbi scanned the cart then looked back up at her shopping partner. "I think that's all we need, you good to go? And we can grab coffee on the way back to the office, my treat." It might not be much but dammit she wasn't letting him buy everything for her; she could be a bit stubborn like that, as he'd likely discovered.

Warren gave an exaggerated sigh. "If you insist...but," he added, "be forewarned: I am going to make the most ridiculious drink order in the history of Starbucks, and call you all sorts of sweet things so you can't pretend to not know me."

"I'd expect nothing less, of course." Bobbi would just have to make sure they went to one she didn't frequent maybe. "And you're free to order what you want there, as I just happen to belong to their exclusive, members only program..." She flashed her Gold Card, which was not very exclusive at all actually but still.