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“You should stop telling jokes.” The suggest was matter-of-fact enough to border on hurtful, but was softened by a sip of tea and a lack of deliberate eye contact. She couldn’t suppress a grin brought forth from the idea of a tube of mints being sent to Harold, though the idea of selling Arsenal FC was enough to reroute her brightening mood. “If I sold the team, what would you have to do with your time? I can’t imagine you’d be having breakfast with Glazer.” Then again, perhaps Edison had turned over a new leaf during their brief parting. But she knew just as well as he did that their current arrangement was the best situation for the both of them. Without their respective teams, they’d both be fated to spend the last twenty years of their lives in separate spheres. While that wasn’t a wholly impossible undertaking, it was one that Selena had no interested in pursuing at the present moment. So she sipped her tea and ignored the implication that laid between the alongside an ill-fated invitation to an utterly ridiculous stag party. “If I’m selling this team, then I’ll need to bleed someone else for money. Another husband might be just the ticket – you never know.”
Even with the smile and misplaced bravado, Selena wasn’t prepared to dwell on the idea of re-marrying so early in the morning. That was a conversation best left until afternoon, when she was inevitably two drinks deep and unwilling – - or perhaps incapable - – of doing much more than than scratching the surface. She abandoned the topic without notice or thought, “Right then. When should I be off? It’d be a bit rude of me to spend the afternoon pilfering through your files, I’d think.”
“Why? Because they aren’t humorous or because they’re made at your expense?“ Edison asked, eyebrow arching as he tucked into his cup of tea. “Blunt & greedy this morning aren’t we?” Edison smiled, too chipper for his own disposition. “Very rude,“ He observed, though he didn’t look altogether, or even partially, as if he meant it. “I for one can’t believe you’re still here. Should’ve run you off ages ago.” Another quip, another self-indulgent little grin, but he knew better than to keep it up. Selena was the type of woman who would very easily upend herself & rightly fuck off if you so much as insinuated as much. “It being Sunday, the only business I have has been concluded for the day.” He said, tilting his still steaming cup. “If you have something pressing to get to, I could always tag along & spy.”