Bernie's arrival is, as usual, heralded by the near-simultaneous clicking of the locks and the slight squeak of the hinges as she opens the door. She lets her backpack fall down her arm to her hand, and deposits it by the couch before sliding her jacket off as well. She regards the Fianna, looking thoughtful a second, and then grins. "Shwmae," she ventures, by way of greeting, and considers a moment before adding a bit uncertainly, "...neis gweld chi?"

Matt starts to say something, but then frowns, dragging his rusty command of Welsh to the forefront of his mind. "Sure, an' yer a blessin' ta me minces as well. Did ye work tonight?"

Bernie grins a bit more, and nods. "Yeah, sorta. Technic'ly I worked this afternoon, but I was at school finishin' a paper after that. Home now, though, an' thank god, too. 'bout freakin' time. Gonna forget what this place looks like if this keeps up..." She drops the jacket on the backpack, and heads to the couch, places a knee on the cushions to either side of Matt and sitting down on him, leaning in to give him a kiss once as she does so. That done, she attempts to steal his beer. "'chu been up to, t'day?"

Matt is, as usual, overwhelmed. Bernie moves at a pace a little more than human. "Um...One, hi. Two, on the cob this mornin'. Three," he moves his beer just out of her reach--a benefit of slightly longer arms. "Germans off, get yer own, neh?" He kisses her back, tickling her when she tries to wrestle the beer out of his hand.

Bernie puts on her best mock pout. "But then I'd hafta get up again. Meanie. Does not play well with others." Then she squeaks, as the tickling lands, and wriggles a bit trying fruitlessly to avoid it. "Stopstopstop!"

Matt can't resist the puppy dog eyes, even when they're squeezed shut from tickling. "Oh, all roight, all roight. 'Ere." Rather than spill the beer, he relents. "Lazy. Any road, what's new on th' Ragabash Bone Gnawer Front?"

Bernie nods solemnly as she takes the beer, and takes quite a long sip before, wonder of wonders, handing it back. "Thank you. You're too good t' me," she declares melodramatically, and grins again. "A'ight, lessee, news... mm. Act'ly, lots, I just haven't been able t' squeeze it in in the, what, three minutes I get t' see you every day?" She contrives to sound long-suffering and put upon, but it comes out more wry. "...anyway. So, y'know there was the Raggie Moot Yi an' I ran, 'course... it went pretty well, met a couple 'rou I di'n' know, an' seems like Yi an' I are gonna be the auspice leaders, even though we've got an Adren anna Fostern or two kickin' around, go fig. Kaz's Gnawer Elder, now, officially, not just in practice. Stuff's goin' on with th' hospital more, a li'l with th' sewers... I gotta nin'y-eight on my compsci midterm... what else?" She pauses to think, and breathe.

Matt nods, rapidly, trying to keep up. "Oi. Runnin' on adrenaline an' caffeine, are we? Oi've just been Trufcatcher at a moot, made arrangements wif Elan-rhya fer protection an' surveillance o' th' Fianna safe'ouse, got tapped ta plan th' Moot fer Samhain, an' Oi'm goin' ta learn th' Rite o' Passage, so we 'ave someone in th' tribe ta do 'em. Work an' all, too. But that joost pays th' Duke, y'know?"

Bernie nods back, twisting a little so she can lean against him without accidentally suffocating him. "Samhain? An' I gotta learn th' Rite of Passage too; I sent Ann'ka off on hers, y'know, but when she gets back Elan'll hafta make it official an' all..." A little worry touches that. The cub's been gone a bit, now. "So do I ever get t' see this fabled house? An', lessee, more news..." She darkens, a bit. "So Kaz needed this comic series for th' Elder challenge, yeah? An' Jarred," she says the name almost like a curse, "brought her a mint first issue. An' then like not fifteen minutes later confessed he =did= kill Rotem. I fucking KNEW it." She stops a moment, and shakes her head. "Don't spread that 'round though, 'least not yet? We're still decidin' how to handle things..." A hand moves up, pushes an unruly curl behind her ear. "I still wish I coulda seen more of you bein' Truthcatcher, y'know. Um. I =know= there's more goin' on. I'll thinka it." Another pause, "...an' yeah. Mostly caffeine. Joy of Mountain Dew."

Matt shakes his head, grinning. "Have you considered a little bo peep? Half th' time /Oi'm/ asleep before ye get in. An' that's after closin' th' store, eh? Anyway, Worry not, Jarred's no friend o' the Fianna. Always 'as rubbed me th' wrong way. So 'e finks 'e's got ye over a barrel, does 'e?" Matt frowns, and crushes the empty can in his grip.

After a moment's consideration, Bernie shakes her head. "Don't think so. Don't think he'd bother tryin' t' bribe Kaz if he thought that. But damned 'f I'm not gonna be on th' lookout for ways th' fuck him over..." Her jaw sets a moment, then relaxes, forcibly. "...An' I sleep. I will t'night, even. Not tired yet, though. An' I don't have class 'til noon t'morrow."

Matt says "Not sure if Shadow Lord fink that way. 'e wouldn't 'ave ad mitted anyfing, if he didn't fink 'e'd bought 'er silence, or at least done enough favors for 'er ta muddy th' water if she goes after 'im. Now if Kaz tries ta take 'im, 'er credibility is out th' bloody window, an' if any ovver Gnawer goes after 'im, well, why doesn't this 'ave th' backin' o' Kaz, or Elan?" He looks toward the fridge, obviously wishing for another beer. "Wonder if 'e doesn't 'ave somefin' on ol' Shadow-Eyes-rhya.""

Bernie shrugs a little. "Maybe he thinks he has. He's wrong. Elan, I dunno. 's an int'restin' thought, I s'pose. We gotta discuss it soon, prolly havin' a tribal moot, bring it up there." She notes the combination of empty can and fridgeward-glance, and reluctantly removes herself from his lap, heading over to get a couple. "...so on an unrelated note, I had this thought."

Matt cranes his head backward over the top of the couch, looking toward the bedroom. "Does it involve th' bed?" he asks, giving her a broad wink.

Bernie laughs, and turns around, snagging the drinks blindly. "It didn't," she replies, grinning, "..directly, 'least. But I'm sure I c'n come up with some that do."

"Me too," He smiles, creaking to his feet. "so, any road, let's 'ear it, hmm?"

"'s a dance," Bernie announces, carrying the beers back toward the couch. "At school. Homecomin'. It kina occurred to me, maybe we could go? Never went t' any of 'em in high school, an' all." She offers a bottle.

Matt raises an eyebrow, still smiling wryly. "A dance," he answers flatly, taking the offered bottle. Oi suppose Oi'll 'ave ta rent a tuxedo, neh?" he looks her up and down, offering an arm to walk her to the bedroom. "Worf it Oi suppose, ta see you in a dress."

Bernie slips her arm through his, and grins. "Yeah, prolly. Or maybe we c'n find one at the thrift stores. I'll look. An', y'know, I hadn't quite thoughta that. I don't think I've worn a dress since I was, like, six..." She looks thoughtful, and leans against his side as they traverse the room.

Matt goes quickly through the process of getting ready for bed. "Well, Oi know 'ow you fink, Oi do. No way yer goin' ta get /me/ ta wear it, so we'll find ye a pretty one." He curls up next to her, playing with her hair.

"Awwww, but it'd look so fetching! I mean, you've got =much= sexier legs'n I do, for one..." She grins, slipping in beside him once she's set for sleep, and cuddles in close, giving his neck a few kisses as her arm wraps across his torso. "D'you wanna come with me t' find something, then, or should I just s'prise you?"

"Alla time you surprise me, Books. Alla time." With that enigmatic answer, he gives her a lingering kiss and drifts off to sleep, a sardonic smile still playing on his lips.