"Right." Cayce rubbed a hand over her face. "Let's see ... well, she made a kind of grand entrance, shower of rosepetals and all that crap. Said hello, and Ellie offered her a glass of champagne. Which she took, and I guess it went over pretty well. And ... and that was it. You know, waved goodbye and smiled prettily, blew us a kiss, and went on her way." She frowned. "Is there any reason she'd want to mess with—with Crowley? Or ... I guess someone like her doesn't need a reason, probably."
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Date: 2008-10-16 06:30 pm (UTC)