After a long day, Matt is perhaps a little lethargic throwing the bolts and swinging into Bohemian Decadence. He bears his rucksack from work over one shoulder and a plastic bag in his other hand. It bulges with squarish boxes.

Bernie half-bounces up from the couch as the door opens, and grins, heading toward it and taking the bag to be helpful. She looks utterly back to normal, except for the residual lack of eyebrows and certain curls. Burns have all healed up. "Hey," she greets him, looking down to the bag, "...'zat?"

Matt beams. "Hey, you look...well, you're a bit of all roight, you are, Books." He pulls the bag away, however. "Surprise. You'll joost 'ave ta wait until Oi get out o' these adams, and inta coomfortable clothes."

Bernie blushes slightly at the compliment, but grins back, pleased, and releases the bag. "S'prise, huh? A'ight..." She gets a somewhat mischievous look and hooks a finger into the waistband of his trousers to pull him along toward the bedroom. "C'mon, then. You've got changin' t' do."

Matt raises an eyebrow, but certainly allows himself to be led. He tosses the rucksack into its accustomed place behind the door, however.

Bernie releases him once they reach the room, and gestures vaguely at the dresser and the other visible clothes as she drops bouncily onto the bed, sitting indian-style. "Tada! Jeans." Excess energy, apparently, though whether it's the moon or just feeling normal again or both, who knows.

Matt eyes her carefully, placing the bag on the dresser, completely out of the Gnawer's reach. Only then does he pull his work shirt over his head, and step out of his boots.

Bernie waits, just watching him, eyes bright, though they do stray curiously to the bag every so often. She bounces a little, taking advantage of the springy mattress as an outlet for some of the impatient energy.

Matt distracts her by taking his work pants down and stepping out of them. He shuffles a bit in his boxers, then grabs the jeans and pulls them on.

Bernie is, as it happens, distracted a bit; not too much, since she was really mostly watching him anyway, but it does stop her checking out the bag. Head tilted a bit, she plays with one of the long ringlets that usually hang obediently behind her ears.

Matt buttons and zips, then grabs the bag, not bothering with a shirt or shoes. "Awroight, then. Inta the kitchen. Oi fink we need ta plug these in."

Bernie hops back up, and follows, hands clasping each other firmly behind her back.

In the kitchenette, Matt finally unveils the contents of the boxes. Two identical flip-open cell phones. He hands one of the boxes to Bernie and begins opening his own. "The bloke at the store rabbited on about service contracts for quite a while and seemed quite upset I didn't want to put it on higher purchase, but a few portraits of the queen changed 'is loaf around straight. We're on the same jeremy, which you can 'elp pay if ye want."

Bernie oohs, looking the box over before she starts to open it, and giggles. "Cool! Communications!" She pulls it out, and plays with it a little, checking out all the bits before she bothers to take out the instruction manual. "...might have some trouble tellin' 'em apart, huh?"

Matt looks concerned for a moment. "Oi fink you can tell it your name, so we can look later an' see oo's is oo's." He plugs a power supply into one of the outlets on the counter and plugs his phone into it. "Oi fought we might take one wif us when we go, an' leave one wif Kaz or Yi, so we can call if we hit a bit of trouble."

"Ooh! Good idea..." Bernie nods, still looking things over, and sets up her phone to plug it in as well. "Prolly Kaz, I think, seein' as she's pack an' all, yeah?" She pauses a moment to make sure she's got the bits connected right, and plugs it in. "Oh, hey, so I gotta plan, we could maybe do t'night..."

Matt raises an eyebrow. "yess...?"

"Okay, so," Bernie begins, leaning against the counter, "y'know how th' fence 'round th' fountain collapsed, an' all? An' it was like more'n a month ago an' I told th' city an' all an' nothin's happened?"

Matt nods, plugging his phone into the chrger, and looking at the instructions. "Says, eight hours," he mutters. "Play wif it tomorrow, then. Roight, th' fence is down an' th' City doesn't care."

Bernie nods. "Right. So, I care though. An' it costs too much t' fix it m'self, 'cept I had this thought. 's a big city, yeah? Gotta be somethin' else th' city's got th' same kina fence 'round, right? So we just gotta =find= that, an' take th' fence, and' put it 'round th' fountain. Then they c'n replace their OTHER fence, an' everyone's happy."

Matt's eyes light up. "That's fookin' brilliant, Books. There's alway somefin' going up downtown. Oi fink there's somefin' near me work, even. A bookstore or somefin' going up. Lots o' board lying around."

Bernie grins, and sweeps a quick bow. "Thank ya, thank ya, no 'plause, please, jus' throw money..." She giggles, and steps over to give him a hug. "We're, like, th' good idea twins t'day."

Matt takes advantage of the hug to steal a quick kiss. "Well," he says, "Oi guess Oi should put on some shoes an a black shirt, then. Any idea 'ow we're goin' ta get sooch large pieces o' wood to th' park?"

Bernie returns the kiss, and considers. "...I was thinkin' we'd carry 'em unner covera darkness, mainly... prolly Kaz'd help, if she's free, too. Oh, oh an' she's got that truck she borrows. Maybe that."

Matt nods. "Good, 'cause Oi don't fink the Lambretta'd be up to task."

Bernie grins. "We'd prolly take off, usin' th' wood for wings... yeah. We oughta find Kaz, then, right? See 'f she c'n give a hand t'night."

Matt nods. "If these were charged up, we could get 'er on th' dog an' ask..." he sighs. "Or we could move our plates over to the Rialto in person."

Bernie laughs, and replies in mock-horror, "=Walk= over? But, but, it might be a whole =block= away!" She gives him another kiss, a little more lingering than before; it's nice to have unburnt lips again. "...could try t' make it up t' ya with dinner. 'course, if I'm buyin' jus' now, it'll be McDonalds, but hey, they have good fries."

Matt enjoys kissing her new skin. "Oi'll take you up on that, see if Oi don't. Oi'd better put on shoes, in any case." He returns to the bedroom and finishes dressing, finishing off by filling his pockets and slipping on his jacket.

Bernie picks up and slides on her jacket and backpack, lacing up her boots as well. That done, she lingers by the door, a little antsy.

Matt holds the door for her, then locks up as they leave.