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( clementine had set this all up in hopes that the two of them would be able to work it out. ordinarily, where she's from, it feels like even standing in the middle of everyone yelling doesn't always have a result, but this isn't home. and iris and georgia aren't like the people back there so she has high hopes, but it doesn't mean she won't show up at all (just in case, there's yelling or punching or something else that she might need to get in the middle of).

it's why she's walking into the room late but not too late. however, she can already sense the mood in the room is a very good one. it's why she has a tiny, proud smirk across her mouth as she steps inside.

she pulled it off, and yes, she knows they're both smart enough to figure this was her plan all along so she won't even bother hiding how pleased she is that it worked. )

Hey.

You two talk?

Good. That's not something anyone can take away from you.

[Iris is a reporter, like Georgia. The news is in her blood. She couldn't quit even if she wanted to.

George doesn't want to quit. Sometimes, though, she wishes she did. She and Shaun deserve the break. She just doesn't know if she can let go of everything enough to get it.

When Clementine comes in, she raises an eyebrow.]

You seem to have a bit of a double booking issue.

( iris shoots clementine a tiny smile, if only to let her know that they're not upset by her sneaky ways.

if anything, she's kind of relieved. the estrangement might've been prolonged otherwise. )

You wouldn't happen to have done that on purpose, would you?

( she's arching an eyebrow not unlike georgia.

it's the reporter brow. )

( their expressions are so similar. it's actually kind of funny. maybe she's just so pleased that it's easy to be amused. they're good friends. they need each other. clementine's seen the world tear people apart in- in really horrible ways.

sometimes it's nice to actually be able to bring people together again. she tried to a lot in her own world, but tensions were always too high.

clementine smiles. )

Maybe.

Did it work?

Maybe.

[George's expression is as deadpan as always, but with her sunglasses off there's no hiding how her eyes sparkle, amused. She realizes this and snags them off the table, slipping them back on.

She pushes the third chair out with her foot, a wordless invitation to sit down.]

( iris ducks her head with a small laugh. )

All right, all right. I don't know about you guys, but I could eat.

( and she has a feeling they'll be able to find something that suits each of their respective diets. yes, even if it includes grasshoppers.

this is a no judgment zone. )

( clementine smiles, and this is what she wanted- what she hoped for. they're both important to her and to each other, and it'd be nice for the three of them to get to spend time together.

she likes it more than she's willing to admit to sometimes. most of the time. )

I could eat too.

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