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dontkanyemeKenzi is out with Hale. Dyson is busy with cop things. Trick has the Dal, Lauren is taking care of something for the Ash, and Bo is at home on her couch, with a giant tub of ice cream. To say that her evening is low key? Probably an overstatement.
She doesn't have a case. There's no looming threat to the Fae. As far as she's concerned, her life is pretty awesome right now. That's not something most people would say about a night on the couch with a tub of ice cream, but for Bo, this was heaven.
She's about to tune in for another episode of a crappy reality show she didn't know the name of feet propped up on the coffee table, when there's a knock at the door. She should have known that it was too good to be true. She sighs, reaching behind the couch, before placing her swords down on the table. Then she picks up on her spoon again.
"It's open!"
She doesn't have a case. There's no looming threat to the Fae. As far as she's concerned, her life is pretty awesome right now. That's not something most people would say about a night on the couch with a tub of ice cream, but for Bo, this was heaven.
She's about to tune in for another episode of a crappy reality show she didn't know the name of feet propped up on the coffee table, when there's a knock at the door. She should have known that it was too good to be true. She sighs, reaching behind the couch, before placing her swords down on the table. Then she picks up on her spoon again.
"It's open!"
