When Joan and Georgia Talk . . .

[justasaleswoman]

[conversation conducted via e-mail]


Joan
It has gotten hot all of a sudden.

Georgia
Has it?
Great.
*eyes sunshine warily*

Joan
Trust Not the Sunshine!
.......sounds like something on a demonic bumper sticker.

Georgia
Liiiiiiittle bit.

Joan
I suddenly want to create, like, a haunted house tour for demons.
Out front, it will be sunny, and there will be small children running a lemonade stand. Inside there will be reenactments of Shirley Temple dance numbers, a quilting bee, and Ozzie and Harriet stand-ins.

Georgia
. . . you're a sick, sick person.

Joan
C'mon, Verity! You know the words!
"On the good ship, Lollipop...."

Georgia
. . . I think my brain just exploded.

Joan
*gives Verity sausage curls and ties bow in her hair*
How long, exactly, can I keep this up before she comes out of shock and kills me?

Georgia
. . . 27 seconds?
*bright smile*

Joan
27 seconds? Weird. That's kind of a random number, isn't it? I mean, what's the significance of--
ZAP!!!

Georgia
I DID warn you.

Joan
*.................static...............faint radio signal from Tijuana..................static..............*

Georgia
. . . Tijuana?
WOW.

Joan
What can I say? She creates one hell of a blast zone.
*grumbles*
That's going to leave a mark.
I'm not going to sit comfortably for a week.

Georgia
It's the Castiel in your head. Fuels the explosion.

Joan
Yes. He is not pleased by the singe marks on the seat of the trench coat.

Georgia
Well, he has no one to blame but his mun.

Joan
He's giving me wounded puppy eyes now.
Thank you. Ever so much.

Georgia
Verity: My work here is done.
For the moment.

Joan
*eyes her*
There is a Strawberry Shortcake costume somewhere in your future.
Oh, yes. Its day will come.

Georgia
No, there's not.
Her mun is not THAT stupid.

Joan
When Verity has nightmares.....

Georgia
Darling, Verity doesn't have nightmares.
She causes them.

Joan
But if she did.
Cas (in quasi-creepy voice): "Hello, Verity. What were you dreaming about?"