xp_logs | Amanda, Terry - Thursday night

Following this offer Terry stops by to distract Amanda with chocolate and Matt Damon, and some unlooked-for wisdom. It's short, sweet and to the point.

"I appreciate this, Terry," Amanda said as she opened the door at Theresa's knock. "Can't be the best way t' spend yer evenin', sittin' on me. But if I'm left t' meself, I dunno what I'll end up doin', an' Frenchie's over with Doug right now."

"No problem. Even if you are English, you're not so bad. Plus, I can force you to watch Matt with me out of gratitude." Terry held up a box of chocolate truffles liberated from the kitchen and Dogma. "Can't go wrong with Matt."

"Yeah, well, you can't help bein' Irish, so I won't hold that against you either." A smile appeared on Amanda's face, doing much to ease the pinched expression, and she waved the other girl in. "I'll have t' take yer word 'bout Matt... Damon, is it? You an' the Pixie were talkin' 'bout him on her journal? I ain't seen a lot of movies, but 'm willin' to try anythin' you want t' throw at me. Within reason."

"Ah, you'll like Dogma, I think. Tis about two angels who want to get back into heaven and have to be stopped or they'll end existence. Tis a comedy." Terry grinned, "My Matt used to be the Angel of Death. Makes me think I wouldn't so much mind."

Amanda chuckled and waved Terry towards the TV and DVD player in the corner. "Religious comedy? Sounds like my sort of thing definitely. You want somethin' t' drink? There's soda, juice, milk... Or we could be horribly cliched an' have tea."

"Soda's good." Terry set up the DVD and then glanced around the room for a place to sit. "Is there anything I shouldn't touch because it will try to eat me?"

"Nah, you should be all... woah, wait a minute..." Amandarushed over and moved aside the cushion from the chair Terry had been about to sit on, to reveal a sleepy-looking lizard. Frank blinked up at her. "Silly bugger," the witch chided, picking him up and putting him on her shoulder. "Should be all right now - Frenchie's not got any of her critters runnin' around an' summonin' things is a bit past me yet." She returned to the mini-fridge, and returned with a couple of cans of soda, handing one to Terry before plonking herself down on her bed, Frank still on her shoulder. Her mood had definitely lightened, but her foot waggled nervously as she settled herself, and she played with the pop-top on her can rather than opening it.

Terry gave her an appraising look, "I'm not going to have to actually sit on you, am I?" She opened her soda and took a long drink. "Because that would probably distract me from the movie."

"Nah. I was jokin' 'bout that, mostly." Realising what she was doing, Amanda crossed her legs underneath her, preventing the foot waggle, and opened her can, taking a small sip. "'S just that thread in Betsy's journal. Hard t' be told there ain't nothin' I can do t' make up for fuckin' up in the past, when that's what I've been doin' all this time."

"That's a load of rubbish anyway." Terry had steered clear of Betsy's journal after the first few replies. "The only difference between good people and bad people is that good ones try to clean up after themselves when they've screwed up." She started the movie almost as punctuation to her statement.

Amanda blinked, and then another smile crossed her face, this one broader and more genuine than any other she'd shown since Terry had come in. "Ta," she said simply, settling in as the opening menu appeared. Then: "Pass us a chocolate?"

"Take them all. I think they belonged to Alison before I liberated them." Terry tossed her the whole box and settled in to enjoy the film.

"Oh, great, now I'm gunna have the Devil Woman after me." Amanda's tone was wry, however, rather than actually upset. And it certainly didn't stop her from stuffing a truffle in her mouth.