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Aya's office door was shut. In hospital terms that meant 'don't disturb'. In the Brea's terms it meant 'time to relax'. It'd been a good week actually. They'd finished early and there was a little bit of time before Aya had to report for her volunteer weekend shifts. "Any plans sister-mine?" Aya asked over her shoulder as she walked over to the discreet stereo on one of her bookshelves.

"For the weekend?" Maya asked, thinking it over "...no. I'm tired of tennis." she admitted. "Maybe some house cleaning? Or, hey, gardening! There's that one vine I'm sure I can get to curl along our railing. It's big enough to start anyway..."

Aya nodded, clicking the volume on the music up until it was just loud enough to be heard. She liked to sway along to soft music, it was relaxing! "And the Irises are ready to be thinned...maybe spread them to two new beds? And sprinkle some wild flowers around them?" she suggested, wiggling out of her coat and hangng it up while dancing.

Maya eyed her sister and then fished a bottle of nail polish out of her purse. They relaxed in different ways! "Irises are all you dear, they don't like me. And that little tree..."

"The Bonsai? What's wrong with it?" Aya blinked, worried for a moment.

"Nothing except the morning glories want to eat it! Move it back here! You need more plants in here!" Maya waved the bottle of polish for emphasis, then nodded to the slim window in the back of office "It'll get enough light now right?"

"Hmmm, I could do that..." Aya admitted, thinking it over. "It's a lot stronger than it was when we got it, so translocation might not bother it."

"Sweetie, I'm pretty sure being dropped three stories won't hurt it at this point. It'sa a tough little thing...except when it comes to my vines."

"Fine, fine..." Aya laughed "I'll bring it in with me tomorrow alright?"

"Good girl." Maya smirked and put her foot up on Aya's desk to do her toes.

Taking that as a signal, Aya turned the music up a bit more.

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"Fair enough" she agreed amiably, her heels making soft clicks on the floor as she, too, straightened.

Her cake was oozing three kinds of chocolate that she could see, not to mention the whip cream and odd sprinkles and nuts. She was officially in love. Sorry Braig, cake had cut in. At least she made interesting and happy faces with each slow bite?

Braig's cheesecake is the soft kind, when the cold chocolate crust is cut the slightly warm cake underneath sags a little bit with the richness of the cheesecake itself. The limes (candied) are actually under the chocolate directly on the cheesecake. He lets her take a couple of bites of her own before offering a fork full of his.

When she noticed his patient forkful she grinned around her spoon and opted for a drink of water. It would be unfair to the cheesecake to make it follow hers so closely?

A moment longer and she had a warm spoonful held up in counter-offer.

Braig gulps a bit of coffee, explaining, "It cleanses the palette better than water." before taking the bite with an expression of deep pleasure.

"Yeah, but I really am going to sleep tonight." she admitted wryly, accepting her own forkful. Her expression was just...delightfully shocked. Yes, it was vastly different from her lava cake...but good in an entirely different way. No greater, no lesser...just...

"Oh...why did they have to hide all this in a club?! I could have found it years ago!"

"But then I wouldn't have gotten to introduce you to it." Braig points out happily, "And, hey. Next time the four of us go out we can get supper here, then those of us who dance can go down and dance, and you can watch, and make fun of us when we come back exhausted."

"Hmmm, charming introductions versus years of confectionary lack..." she set aside her spoon so she could 'weigh' the options with her hands. "We will obviously have to come back, yes. A group date would certainly tip the scales."

Braig laughs and says, "Sounds like a plan, then."

"I'll pencil it in." she agreed, flicking away the imaginary skills at the admission. Probably a Friday, early..."

"Sweet." he takes another bite of his cheesecake and smiles slowly.

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