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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]

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.