100. [Video/Action for Saffron City]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Wow.]

[That Vulpix on the screen sure looks pissed.]

[The ironic presence of the happy leftover Christmas lights behind it doesn't help.]

[A heavy sigh sounds from off-camera.]</sub>

Man.

Leave it to her to get one last dig in just when I thought it was over.

<sub>[But Heather apparently isn't gonna elaborate on who 'her' is... though anyone who witnessed Heather's fiery freakout over the summer and knew what it was about might have a decent guess.]

[The camera just shifts as she gets up-- it lingers briefly on what looks like a box filled with crumpled wrapping paper-- in the middle of it sit two large eggs.]</sub>

Hopefully the other living presents we got this year'll be friendlier.

_{[She turns the camera around at last and sort of regards it for a moment, chewing absent-mindedly on her lip. She's got a big wooly winter hat on, so either she just got in or she's about to go out. Probably the latter.]}

... Screw this year, man. Bring on the new one.

_{[HAPPY NEW YEAR ERRYBODY.]}



[ooc: ANYONE IN SAFFRON CITY IS FREE TO RUN INTO HEATHER, or assume she randomly stopped by wherever they are.]

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[foolishwren]

_{[She had started to scuff the sidewalk with a boot-- the conversation was already taking on some of the telltale characteristics of one of those awkward 'We don't really know each other but we ran into each other oh no what now' convos (or so she thought, anyway. It's more awkward in her own head than out of it), but then... an unexpected invitation?]}

I-- uh. Coffee?

... Oh, man, you don't need to. I mean, I've got plenty of money...

_{[And then it peters out, because... yeah. She wouldn't mind something hot to drink, no matter who pays.]}

... Know any good places?

[bywiseguidance]

[Well, the only way to get to know each other is more conversation. Which may perhaps be awkward at times. Ziva waves a hand at the protest.]

Think of it as a holiday gift, then.

[Which judging from the Star of David necklace she's wearing, doesn't really mean Christmas. Or really New Years either, since that's not an officially celebrated holiday either. As for why she hasn't gone out, that was pretty much 100 percent the snow. Only way she survives it in D.C. is thick coats and sweaters and often times thermal underlayers.]

I was thinking of trying that one across the street. If you have a better suggestion, I am all ears. I have not had the time or inclination to get out and explore much for myself yet.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Judging by the faces Heather's making, she has some reservations about the idea. Letting some cop lady take her out for coffee, even if it's one who happens to be friends with the people she's friends with...]

[But in the end, she quashes the paranoia. Hasn't that gotten her into enough trouble already?]</sub>

... All right, sure...

I, uh... I've been to that one once or twice, s'pretty good.

[bywiseguidance]

[At least she's a Navy cop. Don't do anything to piss off the Navy and you'll probably never encounter them.]

Well, that is as much of a recommendation than I've ever heard.

[She glances up and down the street--though due to Johto and Kanto's usual preference for pedestrianship getting hit by a car isn't a huge concern--and then...yep, she's jaywalking. Fuck da police.]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Fortunately, as much as Heather has always demonstrated an incredible capacity for pissing people off, it's doubtful she'll ever manage to annoy the Navy.]

[She pauses for a second, watching Ziva cross the street with no small amount of amusement-- the irony isn't lost on her at all.]

[Then she jogs after her, readjusting her scarf as she goes.]</sub>

They've got real good muffins, I remember!

... Well, 'least they're good in the morning when they were fresh-baked, dunno if they hold up at THIS time of night...

[bywiseguidance]

[Who has time for crosswalks man NOT THESE GUYS.]

Then we will have to try them. For science, or something.

[...what, it's a valid experiment.]

[foolishwren]

Science, huh? I can get behind that kind of science.

<sub>[Tasty science.]

[She pushes open the cafe door and slips inside, holding it open behind her for Ziva.]</sub>