Angel and Angelo || Monday Afternoon

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Angelo visits Angel with food and a suggestion for her paper.



"Angel?" Angelo called through the door. "You up and about, or is the door open? I brought fresh made stew."

"It's up!" Was the response. "Wait, no, it's open!" Was the slightly confused call a moment later. They'd taken Angel off the heavy duty drugs, but the painkillers she was still on were muddling her head slightly.

He laughed quietly to himself and pushed the door open.

"I guess I don't need to ask if you're hungry."

"Always hungry," Angel replied emphatically. She was lounging on the couch, the TV on but mostly forgotten in favor of catching up with all the news she had missed. She hadn't been allowed her laptop in the med lab. "I heard stew?"

"Good hearty filling stew", he promised. "I figured while I was making tons for Jean-Phillipe, what was a bit extra?"

"Oooooooh, yum." Angel threw back the blanket and carefully lifted herself off the couch. She was okay to move as long as she didn't move too fast. Stitches and fresh surgery scars didn't like to be pulled. "I'll get bowls and spoons."

"...I can do that", he offered, eyeing her. "Unless you've really had enough of sitting around on the couch."

"Nah, I need to move a bit," Angel said brightly. "Can't be a total potato." She headed to the kitchen, getting a couple of bowls and spoons for them.

Angelo followed her and set the pot down on the oven.

"How's it all healing?"

"Pretty well. No major complications, which is about all I can ask for." It could've been a lot worse, which was saying something.. "So what's up? I assume you're not just here to feed another poor soul."

"I could be", he protested. "But you're right, I know everybody else will've been anyway, so it wasn't just that. I wanted to talk to you about your paper."

"Oooooooh, my favorite subject. Well, one of them anyways." Angel stuck a spoon in the pot and spooned out a bit of stew, taking a bit. "Yum. What about my paper are we talking about?"

"Mostly, whether you might have space for something new in it."

"That's the beauty of printing my own paper," Angel told him. "I can make as much space as I need. What're you thinking?"

"Well." He perched on one of the kitchen stools. "Things seem to be taking a turn, out there, that probably isn't good for any of us. So I figured there's probably room for somebody to give advice on - I don't know, rights under American law and how to resist without getting arrested."

Angel tilted her head, still mindlessly eating stew. "So like, an advice column, kind of?"

"Yeah, something like that. I could answer letters if there's any questions coming in or just do general advice. And commentary."

Angel nodded. "We've gotten emails from people with questions before. Everyone wants to know how to safe."

"Yeah, and there's probably only going to be more", he agreed. "Especially as your circulation goes up. I wouldn't want to use my own name, though - last thing I need is my offices or worse, the mansion, getting raided on some sort of trumped up excuse."

"No one uses their real name in the paper, don't worry," Angel assured him. "Do you have a fake name in mind? I just used computer generators to come with up with mine and a couple others."

"I do, actually." He smiled. "One I used a long time ago, in another place. I think it's time Dienekes got dusted off."

"Perfect." Angel smiled. "Think you can have something written in, say, two weeks? I haven't had a chance to sit down and plan the next paper yet. Obviously."

He took a mouthful of stew, nodding.

"Yeah, I think I can do that. An introductory piece, or jump straight into it?"

"I think jumping straight in would be good. The sooner we get into it, the better, right?"

"Definitely", he agreed. "People need some reassurance and encouragement now, more than ever. But tell me, you don't have anything like this already? I can make it different if you do, no reason to have overlap."

"Unless you count my sad attempts when we get emails, nope, nothing like this," Angel assured him. "This will be perfect."

He grinned. "Then we've got a deal."