Thank fucking God. Small talk's never been his suite unless he's working an angle or trying to get a mark to trust him and the last thing he's supposed to be doing right now is working an angle. He's supposed to be nice and get to know the guy even though there are about a hundred things he'd rather be doing.
Silently, Booker wonders if all fathers have to go through something like this.
Heading into the kitchen he picks up the last plate and heads to the small table Elizabeth's got set up. "Smells great, hope it wasn't too much trouble."
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Date: 2015-03-14 07:30 am (UTC)Thank fucking God. Small talk's never been his suite unless he's working an angle or trying to get a mark to trust him and the last thing he's supposed to be doing right now is working an angle. He's supposed to be nice and get to know the guy even though there are about a hundred things he'd rather be doing.
Silently, Booker wonders if all fathers have to go through something like this.
Heading into the kitchen he picks up the last plate and heads to the small table Elizabeth's got set up. "Smells great, hope it wasn't too much trouble."