Caroline lets her eyes go wide in a very concerned way. She can pull off innocent a little better than Dent can. (Not much if you know her, though.) "Well," she says thoughtfully, in an upbeat tone of voice, "I was going to give you some scissors, my credit card number, and a hug." She pauses to frown. "But apparently that's against the rules."
Well, maybe not Doctor Bradley's rules. He'd probably allow hugs. Not scissors though, unless they were the dopey crafting kind. Nice little zigzag, curlicue scissors nobody needs. Anyway.
Caroline finally takes the opportunity to open the folder of forms they're going to be filling out and holy shit that's a lot. That's a lot of forms. "Sheesh, are we doing Bruce Wayne's taxes or something?" They'll be at this a while.
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Date: 2017-08-04 04:53 am (UTC)Well, maybe not Doctor Bradley's rules. He'd probably allow hugs. Not scissors though, unless they were the dopey crafting kind. Nice little zigzag, curlicue scissors nobody needs. Anyway.
Caroline finally takes the opportunity to open the folder of forms they're going to be filling out and holy shit that's a lot. That's a lot of forms. "Sheesh, are we doing Bruce Wayne's taxes or something?" They'll be at this a while.