The Master finishes up with the banker, or what's left of him anyway. Sucking on the fingers of one hand, he turns to the bag and rifles through it with the other, smiling almost nostalgically as he pulls out the bottle of wine. Good year. Not that it matters much anymore.
"Ah, Lucy. You shouldn't have." He has to laugh, actually. What was she expecting-- a picnic? With him?
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Date: 2011-07-11 09:27 pm (UTC)"Ah, Lucy. You shouldn't have." He has to laugh, actually. What was she expecting-- a picnic? With him?