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[likeaweapon]

[Sara passes off her jacket before making her way over to John Henry with a smile.

"Enjoying your adult night off?"]

We're certainly intending to. How was your days?

[reducedradius]

( "Sara can speak to our lascivious asset-hiding client," Doc says, continuing to slowly pour into the decanter to let the red breathe. )

Other than taking my namesake for a walk in the park and ice cream, I think I have a serious buyer lined up for June's place.

( There are so many memories there that he wants the right person to own it, to really cherish it and make it their own. It's why it's taken so long. He vets. )

[likeaweapon]

Oh, good. That place deserves to have a good owner that will treat it with respect.

[June was another charming member of their little gang who sadly was no longer with them, but at least her home was getting someone who would take care of it.]

[reducedradius]

My thoughts exactly.

( It's a serious undertaking for him.

Doc finishes with the bottle and drops it into their recycling, coming over to greet Sara.

"Hello," he says with a smile. )

[tornadoinheels]

Hi. Long time no see.

[It's not as though they weren't just working together after all. She makes her way closer, intending to make herself useful.]

Anything that needs to go to the table?

[cowman]

( Hours, really. )

The chicken is resting. The side dishes can be ladled into their vessels.

( But don't put yourself out, Sara!

Neal finds the wall of records Doc and Rebekah have been amassing. He scans the titles.

"What's our soundtrack tonight," he asks, perusing. )

[likeaweapon]

[And she will go to do just that, because she's a helpful guest. Rebekah makes her way over to Neal and scans her options again.]

I'm in a bluesy mood. What do you all think?

[reducedradius]

A little Fats Domino or Allen Toussaint. Keep things in the Big Easy. Do you get back there often?

( He'll slide both out, one for now and one for later, always interested in Rebekah's life. )

[likeaweapon]

Not as often as I'd like, but my family is still there.

[She misses her brothers fiercely, but she also loves her life in New York.]

Sometimes that's a pro, and sometimes it's a con.

[reducedradius]

But, you have your life here and a life waiting should you and John want a long weekend, or a summer sabbatical.

( John-Henry lowers the lighting in the living room for the ambience, joining Sara in the kitchen.

"I know this was your line, but should you need any more help?" )

[tornadoinheels]

[She nods. "I'm sure we'll see plenty of each other. Henry has a cousin down there after all."]

I've got it handled. I may not be a master chef, but I can put sides into bowls.

[She nods to a couple that are finished.]

If you want to start ferrying over those, though, I can't stop you.

[cowman]

I will ferry, then. Were you able to locate Mr. Rivers?

( Neal nods.

"Maybe before long," he says, as the sounds of a saxophone waft through the apartment. )

[tornadoinheels]

No, he seems to have conveniently not returned to his apartment. But I was talking to Peter this afternoon and given the size of the situation he might be able to run some records.

[They'll find him eventually. Just a matter of time.]

[cowman]

That should prove fruitful. Peter does have a knack.

( He likes Peter, too. He is the old fashioned type. The man not made anymore. Not in Purgatory, anyway.

Neal helps himself to the decanter and grabs four glasses, pouring one for everyone.

"This aroma..." )

[tornadoinheels]

It really does smell so good.

[She brings the final dishes over and goes to pull out her chair.]

And I am starving, so let's eat.

[cowman]

Yes, let's.

( John-Henry takes the head of the table with Rebekah at the other, the couples across from one another but still able to mingle, lean, and cheers. )

To a delightful gathering.

[tornadoinheels]

Cheers to that.

[And with that they will settle in to enjoy the evening until at some point Doc's phone begins to ring, Donna's name flashing across the screen.]

[cowman]

If you will excuse me.

( He gets up from his chair and steps out onto their small veranda. )

Hello, Donna. I am at this present moment entertaining a coworker, her husband, and my wife. Henry is with one of his uncles. I wouldn't presume you and Harvey have plans, but should you be near, you are more than welcome.

[thefaxwhisperer]

Under normal circumstances, we might take you up on that, Doc, but unfortunately this isn't a social call.

[She wishes it were. But there is some relief that little baby Henry is out of the way of whatever danger might be coming for them.]

Someone released a list onto the internet. A list of supernaturals, where they live, what they do, all their personal information. I'm on it, but so are you and Rebekah.

[cowman]

( The air shifts as Doc looks behind him at the life he and his wife have created, and two innocents. Unfortunately, (9) Doc isn't quite familiar with what the consequences of this would be. He does live a solitary, isolated life and had for some time. He only expanded the years prior. )

Rebekah and I are no longer supernatural. What of this list?

[thefaxwhisperer]

It's a hit list. Or ... a dead pool. I'm not sure. Some have prices on their heads, some don't but people working off the list attacked Harvey and I at the office.

[It's because he and Rebekah aren't supernatural anymore that she's so concerned.]

They tried to kill me, Doc. I don't think they'll be busy making the distinction about whether or not she's still immortal when it comes to your wife.

[She's still a Mikaelson. And almost as though on cue, a knock comes on the door.]

[cowman]

( Doc turns away from the balcony. )

There is a knock.

( Hit list gets through. That he understands in lamens terms. He would ask if Harvey is okay, wants to know he is in one piece, but that knock worries him.

He calls out from the balcony. )

Rebekah, are we expecting others?

[likeaweapon]

No, I don't think so.

[She pauses eating, and gets up to make her way to the door. Pushing up on her toes, she leans in to check the peep hole before responding.]

Who is it?

["National Grid, ma'am. We think there might be a gas leak in the building. Could you open the door?"

Donna frowns as she picks up the sound from the other end. "Be careful, Doc."]

[cowman]

( Sorry, Donna, but he's going to have to hang up. )

Rebekah ( he quickly moves in from the outside area, holding the hand still holding the phone up. ) That was a - Donna, our neighbor, saying teenagers were pranking our apartments earlier about gas leaks. ( Doc has never been a good liar (2) ) Going door to door. One of those tok-tik virals. Don't pay them any mind.

( One of his pistols is in the bedroom and the other in the coat closet. They wouldn't dare attack them at their home, would they?

As if on cue, Rebekah's phone comes to life with ELIJAH across the screen. )

[likeaweapon]

[Rebekah picks up on ... some of that (9). Not enough to deal with it, she'd much rather deal with her brother. She waves a hand to Doc to take care of it as she reaches for her phone.]

Elijah. To what do I owe the pleasure?

[Neal and Sara just look confused, probably.]