"Good day! You've reached Whitley Schnee, CEO of the Schnee Company in Genessia. I'm unable to speak at the moment, but leave a message and I'll respond with all due haste. Thank you, and have a wonderful day!"
[ Of all the things he could've said, that was not one that Weiss expected. It's actually so innocent she has to cover her mouth not to laugh. ]
What, like pizza, tacos, burgers, street food..? You're going to have to be much more specific.
Personally, I like barbecue ribs but I refuse to actually eat them outside of my home and haven't had them since moving in with you because they're horrifyingly messy.
I've only ever seen it on television... I wouldn't even know what to specify. But trying something messy when there's no chance of being seen could be fun!
OK. When are you free? If you come over while Sun's at work, I'm the only one who will know.
I'll order a bunch of really messy food and we can take a bite of each of them then finish on whichever one you like best. Sun won't say anything besides asking why there are so many leftovers in the fridge, and people keep bringing me sympathy food anyway since I resigned. If Father asks what you were doing over at my place, you can tell him we were meeting to discuss the transfer of information from the GSRF to Schnee Company and maybe fundraiser sponsorship or something. Which you can just tell him you didn't consider because I'm thinking of doing a block party for the next one so it's really inexpensive.
I can make time at any point throughout this week. If anything I can tell father I was keeping tabs on you for his sake. I'm certain he won't object to the idea.
I may need to buy a change of clothes... I can't risk staining anything I own.
Buy a t-shirt and wear it over one of your undershirts. That way you can just throw out the evidence when you're done and you don't have to deal with uncomfortable fabric against your skin. I'll turn the air conditioner up so you don't get hot. I've done it with a nightgown before, they sell them for like 20 red bills at the supermarket. A pack of t-shirts is even less and we can hide the spares in my drawers if you want to come eat messy food again.
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What, like pizza, tacos, burgers, street food..? You're going to have to be much more specific.
Personally, I like barbecue ribs but I refuse to actually eat them outside of my home and haven't had them since moving in with you because they're horrifyingly messy.
(If you tell anyone you'll regret it.)
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I'll order a bunch of really messy food and we can take a bite of each of them then finish on whichever one you like best. Sun won't say anything besides asking why there are so many leftovers in the fridge, and people keep bringing me sympathy food anyway since I resigned. If Father asks what you were doing over at my place, you can tell him we were meeting to discuss the transfer of information from the GSRF to Schnee Company and maybe fundraiser sponsorship or something. Which you can just tell him you didn't consider because I'm thinking of doing a block party for the next one so it's really inexpensive.
It's the perfect cover.
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I may need to buy a change of clothes... I can't risk staining anything I own.
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