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May's finally home from work for the week. Peter's out doing.. whatever he does when he's sneaking around, and she's finished her chores for the day. Which means it's time for one of her favorite parts of the week.
She grabs her phone with the hand that's not holding her wine glass. (It's grape juice, she's got to stay up long enough to make sure Peter makes it home in one piece, she's not irresponsible.)
The line picks up almost immediately. It always does. "Dr. Stratt, who is this?"
"You know who it is," May says in lieu of an answer.
"Oh. May."
May smiles at the greeting. Most people would find it rude, but May knows better. "How's work?"
"Tiring. But we are getting closer to figuring this out, hopefully."
"I still can't know what it is you're figuring out, huh?"
"It's classified."
"Mhm." May falls back on her bed. She doesn't actually want to know, well she doesnt need to, but she likes hearing Eva get defensive about her work. It's always nice when people care about what they do. "You coming back to New York any time soon?"
Eva goes quiet for a moment on the other line. Then, "I'm sure I could move some things around."
May perks up. "Good. I'm off all next week."
"Understood."
"I'll see you then?"
"I'll see what I can do."
That's the best May's going to get, and it's more than she's gotten so far, so she'll take it. "Great. Bye, lovely."
"Bye."