[She has a way of finding him at bad times. Closing the door behind her, Bond turns to head further into his sitting room, waving a hand dismissively.]
That was a terrible place to have a birthday.
[There's something wrapped in brown paper on his side table: it's simple, taped, not even a string bow. He holds it out to her.]
Here.
[Inside is a new journal, bound in leather: on the cover is an engraved scorpion. On the inside of the cover is Bond's quick scrawl: Start practicing, Salinger.]
spam;
That was a terrible place to have a birthday.
[There's something wrapped in brown paper on his side table: it's simple, taped, not even a string bow. He holds it out to her.]
Here.
[Inside is a new journal, bound in leather: on the cover is an engraved scorpion. On the inside of the cover is Bond's quick scrawl: Start practicing, Salinger.]