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☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.

[ It takes him a minute to reach the door, nudging Fury out of the way and grabbing his collar, not that he's likely to run, but he's a force once he jumps up.

A smile threatens to put in an appearance as soon as he realises who it is. ] Couldn't stay away? [ Not that he minds in the least, and he tries to move aside, tugging Fury with him. ] Come on, you can pounce when she's inside.

Edited 2013-01-03 00:49 (UTC)

[ Laughing. ]

Yes Mr. Barton, Fury's just that irresistible. [ Stepping in but holding both the coffees and the cake out of Fury's way. ] I bring thee glad tidings and confectionery.

[ He throws an arm out to nudge the door shut behind her, leading the way in before letting the dog go. ]

Do me a favour? Drop the Mr. [ It's a polite request, amused, and he waves a lazy arm for her to make herself at home. if he flinches at her use of vocabulary, well, he intends to shrug it off. ] Word got out about my dangerous kitchen skills?

No, but I hear the cake around here is awesome.

[ Placing the things down on the coffee table and then calling Fury who climbs up to throw himself on her lap. Clary ends up laughing. ] And coffee always helps everyone.

Helps? Coffee's a lifeline.

[ He looks at Fury, exasperated, but there's no point telling him off; he's one of those dogs that thinks it's a lot smaller than it actually is. ] Shove him down if you've got the heart.

No, it's okay. I don't mind. [ Petting him slowly on the head as he makes himself comfortable. ]

I didn't know what kind you liked so I bought a selection.

Chocolate. [ If he's going to break his more or less strict diet, it's got to be chocolate or it's not worth it. ] Always chocolate.

At least ninety percent of the cakes have chocolate in them. It was a gamble I was willing to take.

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