Doctor,
I am not your "bundt cake of lust" and I would very much appreciate it if you were to stop calling me that, "Reinette" will do just fine.
Thank you for the chocolates, but I have to inform you that contrary to what he may have told you, I have never had intimate relations with Captain Harkness, and I can assure you that even if I had done, your name would never have crossed my mind, much less my lips. It is not my "foolish pride" that is keeping us from being together, Doctor, it is quite simply my desire for us to stay apart.
I'm sorry to disappoint you. Please stop giving me gifts and concentrate your efforts on keeping your promise to spend time with your children.
Regards,
Reinette
*has the note delivered by Ood, just for old time's sake*
*does some embroidery while she waits for Penny to come home*
I am not your "bundt cake of lust" and I would very much appreciate it if you were to stop calling me that, "Reinette" will do just fine.
Thank you for the chocolates, but I have to inform you that contrary to what he may have told you, I have never had intimate relations with Captain Harkness, and I can assure you that even if I had done, your name would never have crossed my mind, much less my lips. It is not my "foolish pride" that is keeping us from being together, Doctor, it is quite simply my desire for us to stay apart.
I'm sorry to disappoint you. Please stop giving me gifts and concentrate your efforts on keeping your promise to spend time with your children.
Regards,
Reinette
*has the note delivered by Ood, just for old time's sake*
*does some embroidery while she waits for Penny to come home*
*checks her inbox*
Sep. 25th, 2008 08:50 pm*sends off an email*
To: o_harper@thehub.torchwood.net
From: reinette_poisson@btinternet.co.uk
Subject: Sorry...
Dr. Harper,
I don't really think I've been much of a help with the composers in your basement, they weren't really making much sense, not even to me. Last time I visited them, they had been moved and instead I ran into a gentleman who made me feel terribly uncomfortable. In fact, the incident is still giving me chills to this day. In all honesty, I'm somewhat reluctant to return the the Hub and I don't think I'll be doing so in the near future.
If you need me you have my number, feel free to call me.
Regards,
Reinette Poisson.
*sighs and sends it off*
*reads the rest of her inbox and decides to take advantage of the special 6 month offer from Match.com*
*promptly gets sent the contact details of what is, despite the blurriness of the picture, quite clearly a horse*
*turns her computer off*
To: o_harper@thehub.torchwood.net
From: reinette_poisson@btinternet.co.uk
Subject: Sorry...
Dr. Harper,
I don't really think I've been much of a help with the composers in your basement, they weren't really making much sense, not even to me. Last time I visited them, they had been moved and instead I ran into a gentleman who made me feel terribly uncomfortable. In fact, the incident is still giving me chills to this day. In all honesty, I'm somewhat reluctant to return the the Hub and I don't think I'll be doing so in the near future.
If you need me you have my number, feel free to call me.
Regards,
Reinette Poisson.
*sighs and sends it off*
*reads the rest of her inbox and decides to take advantage of the special 6 month offer from Match.com*
*promptly gets sent the contact details of what is, despite the blurriness of the picture, quite clearly a horse*
*turns her computer off*
[still babysitting]
Jan. 24th, 2008 12:03 pm*answers her phone*
Oh, hello, sweetie. No, everything's fine, the kids are fine. Of course you can, what is it?
*eyes widen as she listens*
Oh. Oh, right. Gosh... no, no, not at all, that sounds delightful. Are you sure? Uh-huh. Yeah... you've got my email address, right? Sure, I'll check.
*goes to her laptop and reads the incoming mail*
*wedges the phone in between her ear and shoulder*
Yes... you're right... that is quite a list. No problem, just let me know. Okay, I'll see you later.
*loads the kids into a buggy and goes underwear shopping*
Oh, hello, sweetie. No, everything's fine, the kids are fine. Of course you can, what is it?
*eyes widen as she listens*
Oh. Oh, right. Gosh... no, no, not at all, that sounds delightful. Are you sure? Uh-huh. Yeah... you've got my email address, right? Sure, I'll check.
*goes to her laptop and reads the incoming mail*
*wedges the phone in between her ear and shoulder*
Yes... you're right... that is quite a list. No problem, just let me know. Okay, I'll see you later.
*loads the kids into a buggy and goes underwear shopping*
Where's the allen key got to?
Dec. 17th, 2007 07:46 am*puts furniture together with Caeth*
*drinking copious amounts of coffee and eating a brie baguette*
*shifts furniture around the kids' rooms several times*
*opens a bottle of wine*
... so he asks if he can see me, but I haven't got one of these webcam things, so I just told him what I was wearing... next thing I know, he's gone all quiet. Came back on about 5 minutes later and logged off. I mean, how rude is that? This internet thing is very odd.
*drinking copious amounts of coffee and eating a brie baguette*
*shifts furniture around the kids' rooms several times*
*opens a bottle of wine*
... so he asks if he can see me, but I haven't got one of these webcam things, so I just told him what I was wearing... next thing I know, he's gone all quiet. Came back on about 5 minutes later and logged off. I mean, how rude is that? This internet thing is very odd.
*buys a flat*
Dec. 10th, 2007 10:20 am*buys a mobile phone and plays with it for hours*
*finally calls Caetherine with it*
Hello?
*holds it several different ways until noise comes out*
Caeth? It's me, Reinette.
Ianto said you might be able to help me if I needed anything. Have you ever heard of this place called...
*looks down at her piece of paper*
...IKEA?
*finally calls Caetherine with it*
Hello?
*holds it several different ways until noise comes out*
Caeth? It's me, Reinette.
Ianto said you might be able to help me if I needed anything. Have you ever heard of this place called...
*looks down at her piece of paper*
...IKEA?