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The phone conversation starts off like most of the long-distances ones they have while Izzy is travelling for work; they talk about their respective days, the weird or interesting things they saw, the cutest dogs they saw on their commutes.
It's after Maia finishes telling Izzy about the adorable pug and corgi she saw someone walking on her way home (they were in onesies to keep the cold out, and she really wishes she'd snapped a quick photo) that the conversation takes a totally different turn.
"I think you'll be happy to know that I'm not wearing any underwear," Izzy responds with absolutely no preamble.
"Why would I be happy about that?" Maia groans in response, dropping her head back against the couch. "Maybe if you weren't four damn hours away. When are you coming back, by the way?"
"Soon," Izzy replies. It's a strangely non-committal answer, but before Maia can ask her to clarify, she hears a key twisting in the lock.
Maia hangs up, jumps off the couch and reaches the front door just as Izzy steps inside, shoulders and hair dusted with snow.
"Surprise," she says, releasing the handle of her wheeled suitcase and stepping into Maia's arms.
"Were you serious about not wearing underwear?" Maia asks, pressing her nose into Izzy's damp hair.
"Dead serious," Izzy replies, her lips curving into a grin against the side of Maia's neck. "I can prove it, if you want."
That sounds like an offer too wonderful to turn down.