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[illdrinktothat]

Walter really hopes one day he'll be able to come over to Caro's house for reasons that aren't entirely awkward - the first time was because his goddamn cat went missing, and now... because she happened upon him when he was far more intoxicated than he'd ever like her to see. It ended well, save for the apparently inevitable Bourbon-related interruption, but he'd really rather it not have happened at all.

So today he awkwardly walks across to her house a few hours before her normal visiting time. To... he's not sure what, yet. Apologize for being a big fucking mess and a miserable sloppy drunk, maybe, but that's pretty much his entire existence summed up neatly, isn't it? He sighs quietly, knocks on the door, and waits.

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[caroflower]

Caro snorts. "Yeah I bet." She pours Walter a glass of tea, and then sets it in front of him. She sits down with her own and tries the stew.

"This came out pretty good," she says mostly to herself. Hopefully the pie did, too.

[weyountrinket]

Weyoun's had a very busy day trying to track down a vocal coach, and not just any vocal coach but one with both skill and willingness to come out to 12 and teach their Victor. This took... well, both a lot of time and energy, and maybe a little arm-twisting. The one he found is - eccentric is a kind word for it. But they're good, and they'll be in the District in enough time to get Caro up to Capitol-worthy practice.

He comes in the house with very little fanfare, but hardly covering his presence. He mostly expects Caro to be over at Walter's by now, after all. He's more than a little surprised to walk in on the two having dinner. "Oh." He starts, glancing between the two. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan, Caro."

Oh this is awkward.

[caroflower]

Well hello Weyoun. At least you weren't really interrupting anything this time. "Hey Weyoun. Is it really rude if I let you get your own stew? I made one of the ones you were telling me about."

Caro just shrugs at Walter. Oh well. At least they hadn't left the stew to burn. That would have been really awkward.

[illdrinktothat]

"Weyoun." And that's about the best Walter's going to do at the moment. He focuses on eating, for the moment, though he's grateful Weyoun hadn't walked in just a few minutes earlier.

[weyountrinket]

Weyoun is rather (unsurprisingly) cheerful in his reply of, "Oh no, not at all. Thank you for preparing it."

He goes about getting himself a serving and something to drink. "I found you a vocal coach. She's... eccentric, but I think you will get along with her alright." He hopes. Founders, does he hope. "I don't suppose you'd mind if I dined in the, er, dining room? I have a few more calls to make, I'm afraid they'd be rather disruptive to you both."

That might be the Weyoun version of mercy.

[caroflower]

"Oh good. And don't worry, I'll be on at least my second best behavior." Caro smiles at Weyoun. "Go right ahead." Thank you, Weyoun, that's kind of you.