exsiliumlogs | [closed] this christmas we don't need to get away

[She steals a second cookie as she gets out the handheld computer again, but all she's doing with his credit card is getting the number off it.

For all anyone else knows she could just be buying something online. That part of the process takes a whole ten seconds before she hands the card back, but she's not done quite yet.

Another couple of minutes, and she looks up with a smile, grabbing her roll.]

All done, I'm sure Mr. Elliott won't mind us borrowing his bank account for a little while.

[Since she's set up the credit card to draw from his account.

But he's a bad person.

So.

Whatever.

She takes a bite of her roll.]

[Ugh.

She's so lucky she already has her very own criminal lawyer.

He bites into his scone, feigning nonchalance. Whatever, Steph, he's totally not impressed by that or turned on or anything. And not wondering who Mr. Elliott is or what he did, that's for sure.]

So — first order of business: finding a hotel?

[As if she doesn't know.]

You know the city better than I do, wanna look?

[She offers the handheld, since it's open to google so he can search for hotels, if he wants.]

Sure.

[He dusts his fingers off on a napkin, then gets to searching.]

Shall we seat ourselves in the lap of luxury for the week?

[She gives him a look like the answer should be obvious.]

Um. Yes.

Just checking!

[Jeez, Steph.

Saul is mostly quiet for a few minutes, staring thoughtfully at the handheld while he works. Every so often, he'll hum a bar of some unidentified tune, then fall silent again.

Eventually, he settles on three options, at which point he passes it back.]

Check the first three tabs, then pick one.

[She's finished off her roll and one more of the gingerbread men (she's hungry, okay) by the time he hands the device back.

And then she takes a second to look through all three tabs, and maybe she's staring just a little, since they all look so goddamn fancy. Wayne Manor is pretty fancy, but not like this. She's never stayed anywhere as nice as any of those options.]

Wow, um...

[Give her a moment.]

The third one?

Then the third one it is.

[Another sip of his coffee.]

Excellent choice, darling.

[Said with a faux English-esque accent. Since they'll be staying at such a fancy place. It works, right?]

[She could not roll her eyes harder if she tried.]

Don't do that.

[just don't.]

You good to go?

[As she slips the device back into her pocket, after memorizing the address, and takes a sip from her own coffee.]

What — the accent, or "darling"?

[Or both? He'll be sad if it's both.

He likes both.

The last bit of scone disappears into his mouth, and he nods. Good to go.]

I'm not a darling.

[But also it's both.

She sighs at him for good measure, and the next second she's up and practically out the door, bag over her shoulder and coffee in one hand.

Keep up, McGill.]

I think you are.

[And Saul would know, because "darling" is a fancy term of endearment, and he's a fancy lawyer taking her to a fancy hotel.

Also, he's still chewing when he gathers his things and swings his bag over his shoulder to follow her.]

Do you even know where we're going?

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[At least she waits for him to catch up once she's outside, though she's also making a face at him.]

I know it shouldn't be too hard to find a taxi and give the driver an address.

[So there.

Apparently they're done with the "darling" conversation. Not that he wins, she's just not dignifying it with a response.]

[He rolls his eyes, thinking. Is it really so far to the hotel that they need to take a taxi? Then again, it's cold. But it's also not freezing. But he is really eager to get to a room, so...

After brushing the last of the crumbs away from his mouth, he smirks, then reaches over and lightly, affectionately pinches her chin.]

What's it like, always having an answer for everything?

[What's it like being five seconds from getting your ass kicked, Saul?

Is what she might be thinking, judging by the glare she levels at him after that pinch, but it melts away into a smug grin after a moment.]

It's pretty great, actually. You should try it sometime.

[And with that she practically skips over to the edge of the sidewalk, casting a glance up the road until she spots a taxi, and then she sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles loudly.

For someone who's so good at disappearing into shadows, she knows how to draw attention to herself when she needs to.]

[He could tell her, if she really wants to know. That's pretty much his whole life.

She leaves him smirking. There's not really a decent response to that, and even if he had thought of one, that whistle would've blown it away.

Cue the rubbing of one ear.]

Jesus.

[Loud but effective; she grins over her shoulder at him as she opens the taxi door.]

Too loud for you, princess?

[He better be careful before he ends up with that nickname permanently.]

[That's so rude.

Saul makes a face, shoving his way past her so he can enter the taxi first.

And then, of course, he wraps an arm around her middle and tugs her in after him.

The driver already looks unamused.]

Don't you "princess" me.

[She huffs in protest, but doesn't falter at all as she slips into the taxi beside him, holding her coffee protectively.]

I'll call you whatever I want.

[There's a flash of a smirk, but it's disappeared behind a polite smile by the time Steph turns to the driver, says a cheery hello, and gives him the hotel address.]

[He's okay with so many things, but princess?

Really?

Why.

If anyone needs him, he'll just be right here.

Sulking.]

[His reaction is exactly why.

Whatever, dude, she's just going to drink her coffee and watch the city go by.

Except for how she gets bored after like five seconds and turns back to him, bumpbing her knee against his.]

What did you put on the list?

[Since she assumes that's what he was writing.]

[What if he was really just doodling hearts with nothing but "S+S" in them?

...he wasn't.

~~Okay maybe there might be one.~~]

Two categories: work and play.

[A grin.]

I bet we'll get everything we need, power supply-wise, from a Home Depot. Then I'll need to drop by an office supply place for Skyler — maybe Staples. Everything else we can get from a mall.

[She grins, too, but maybe that's just because of where her thoughts went at the word play.

She's a bad person.]

I wanna go to a Mac store, and a game store, I think I'll get Ellie and Robin a DS each or something. [a beat, and her smile turns more amused.] And we have to find go-gurt, just for Collette.

[His word choice there was intentional, of course.]

We can probably find those in the mall. Except the go-gurt, so I'll add a grocery store to the list.

[Do they even make that stuff anymore?]

I'm definitely gonna take you dancing.

[If she had anything to say about malls or grocery stores or go-gurt, it's lost as soon as he mentions dancing.

She ducks her head instead of saying anything, rubbing the back of her neck a little sheepishly, She's not entirely sure why she's reacting like that, maybe it's just the confidence in how he said it, like it was obvious.]

Okay.

[God, this is so stupid. She should be cooler than this.]

What kinda dancing?

I did!!!

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