The Causeway and Points Beyond, Wednesday Evening

Karla wasn't sulking. Not at all. That would be ridiculous. Sure, just because her boyfriend of two years had left three days before their anniversary and then hadn't called at all today was no reason to be upset. Neither was the fact that when he had finally gotten around to gracing her with a phone call, it was to ask if Karla would run down to the Causeway and check the Bee for something he'd forgotten after a hurried and half-mumbled 'Happy Anniversary'.

So Karla was down on the other side of the Causeway, looking for her stupid boyfriend's stupid car so she could find whatever stupid thing he'd been looking for. It wasn't like she had a gift burning a hole in her pocket or anything. "This is bloody ridiculous," she muttered to where Nemi was perched on her shoulder. "You hear me? Abso-bloody-lutely ridic--"

The rest of what she had to say was swallowed up by an inarticulate cry of delight. There was Warren, lounging against the Bee, holding a bouquet of irises.

[For the gentleman what was mentioned and up early for lake-related SP. I'M ONNA BOAT Y'ALL! (Well, not right now)]