Phoebe just got home and put her bag down. It had been a terribly long day and she just wanted to take a nice hot bath and go to bed, but her plans were ruined when Leo orbed in.
Phoebe groaned and said sarcastically, "My ray of sunshine."
"That's cute. I see Cole is really rubbing off on you with that one." Leo replied.
"Yeah, well. It makes sense." Phoebe told him with a sarcastic smile.
"Anyway," Leo said following her into the kitchen, "there's innocents."
"I know there is innocence. Like little kids...they've got that cute little innocence about them. And with virg-" Phoebe started.
"No, I mean innocents. As in two people you have to save instead of one." Leo interrupted.
"Oh, well, I knew that." Phoebe said, picked up a coffee cup, then put it down when she realized there was no coffee.
"Sure you did." Leo said. "A brother and a sister. They've got gifts and a demon wants them."
"Then let Santa Claus deal with it. he's the gift giving man...give it to Kringle!" Phoebe yelled as she left the kitchen.
Leo went after her and said, "You're hilarious. Look, they'll be downtown tomorrow and you've got to be there."
"Of course I do. Leave the address and names and tomorrow I will pick up the little dears." Phoebe said and went into the living room.
Leo sighed and followed her.
"You've got to know about them." He said.
"Then leave a file and I'll read it over." Phoebe said.
"Jeez. If I knew you would be so cranky then I would've come later." Leo said.
"Yeah, well, I just got home from work. Don't you know the mortal laws of Phoebe?" She asked.
"No, I can't say that I am familiar with those." Leo told her.
"They are also called the ten Phoebements." Phoebe said.
"And they are?" Leo asked.
"Number ten, thou shall bring Phoebe pretty things, always. Number nine, if you are late, you better have a very big gift. Number eight, Phoebe cannot function without the potion known as coffee. Number seven, after work, Phoebe has the right to be cranky. Number six, if Phoebe wishes to take a hot bath, no one will interrupt her. Number five, if Phoebe feels like sleeping, she will. Number four, Phoebe encourages everyone to use 1-800-Collect when calling her collect. Number three, if you wake a sleeping Phoebe, you risk death and or injury that is no one's but your fault. Number two, Phoebe does not enjoy being woken...so don't. And number one, Phoebe is always right, even if scientific fact says otherwise, she is right." She told him.
"You're very demanding." Leo commented.
"Says you." Phoebe said.
"I could have already told you the stuff you needed to know already and be gone right now if you hadn't said all that." Leo told her.
"Shut your cake hole." Phoebe told him.
Leo sighed and said, "Look, how about I just write everything down and you go make yourself some coffee."
"Good old Phoebement number eight." Phoebe said and smiled then went to make coffee.
Leo picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote down what she needed to know then orbed out.
"Leo." Phoebe called. She got no answer, but a piece of paper orbed in on the table in front of her. She just smiled to herself then went upstairs.
Phoebe groaned and said sarcastically, "My ray of sunshine."
"That's cute. I see Cole is really rubbing off on you with that one." Leo replied.
"Yeah, well. It makes sense." Phoebe told him with a sarcastic smile.
"Anyway," Leo said following her into the kitchen, "there's innocents."
"I know there is innocence. Like little kids...they've got that cute little innocence about them. And with virg-" Phoebe started.
"No, I mean innocents. As in two people you have to save instead of one." Leo interrupted.
"Oh, well, I knew that." Phoebe said, picked up a coffee cup, then put it down when she realized there was no coffee.
"Sure you did." Leo said. "A brother and a sister. They've got gifts and a demon wants them."
"Then let Santa Claus deal with it. he's the gift giving man...give it to Kringle!" Phoebe yelled as she left the kitchen.
Leo went after her and said, "You're hilarious. Look, they'll be downtown tomorrow and you've got to be there."
"Of course I do. Leave the address and names and tomorrow I will pick up the little dears." Phoebe said and went into the living room.
Leo sighed and followed her.
"You've got to know about them." He said.
"Then leave a file and I'll read it over." Phoebe said.
"Jeez. If I knew you would be so cranky then I would've come later." Leo said.
"Yeah, well, I just got home from work. Don't you know the mortal laws of Phoebe?" She asked.
"No, I can't say that I am familiar with those." Leo told her.
"They are also called the ten Phoebements." Phoebe said.
"And they are?" Leo asked.
"Number ten, thou shall bring Phoebe pretty things, always. Number nine, if you are late, you better have a very big gift. Number eight, Phoebe cannot function without the potion known as coffee. Number seven, after work, Phoebe has the right to be cranky. Number six, if Phoebe wishes to take a hot bath, no one will interrupt her. Number five, if Phoebe feels like sleeping, she will. Number four, Phoebe encourages everyone to use 1-800-Collect when calling her collect. Number three, if you wake a sleeping Phoebe, you risk death and or injury that is no one's but your fault. Number two, Phoebe does not enjoy being woken...so don't. And number one, Phoebe is always right, even if scientific fact says otherwise, she is right." She told him.
"You're very demanding." Leo commented.
"Says you." Phoebe said.
"I could have already told you the stuff you needed to know already and be gone right now if you hadn't said all that." Leo told her.
"Shut your cake hole." Phoebe told him.
Leo sighed and said, "Look, how about I just write everything down and you go make yourself some coffee."
"Good old Phoebement number eight." Phoebe said and smiled then went to make coffee.
Leo picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote down what she needed to know then orbed out.
"Leo." Phoebe called. She got no answer, but a piece of paper orbed in on the table in front of her. She just smiled to herself then went upstairs.