Cosette is quite comfortable in her seat, entering data "the new fashioned way," according to Spencer. Frankly, she enjoys doing things by hand but she has to admit, this way saves time and resources, and it just makes more sense, it being 2014 now. She sips at her vanilla chai she picked up from Knights of the Round Pie on her lunch, taking pleasure in the warm, soothing spiciness of it when Spencer randomly blurts out with his intention of acquiring a dog.
"What kind?" She looks up and over at him with a smile. She's used to these random conversations, begun at random intervals in the comfortable quiet between them as they work. They're some of her favorite parts of the day, truthfully. "I think a dog would be good for you, Spence."
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Date: 2014-05-21 10:47 am (UTC)"What kind?" She looks up and over at him with a smile. She's used to these random conversations, begun at random intervals in the comfortable quiet between them as they work. They're some of her favorite parts of the day, truthfully. "I think a dog would be good for you, Spence."