"Unnecessary interrogations interfere with my cunning plan to lure back return visitors, you see," she informs Stefan seriously, suppressing a grin.
She'd be perfectly happy to forego armed guards, if it weren't for kidnapping concerns. Maggie's house, with its five walls and gates, is fairly fortress-like. It can stop the dead just fine. It's the living who are a problem. Since she has to have guards, she's made the best of it. Their contract says that even if her father's paying them (which he is, because he insists his daughter have guards and a microchip monitoring her vital signs if she wants her independence), they work for Maggie directly. They answer to her, and she approved every one of them before they were hired. She likes them personally, especially Alex.
Maggie's eyes light when he names it, because Stefan's isn't a suggestion anyone's brought to her before, and yes, she owns and enjoys the movie. "Not quite in our usual wheelhouse, but close enough that I can be talked into it. Dreamscapes within dreamscapes, what's not to enjoy? Come on, let's see what we're sitting through first."
She takes a tray of her own, balancing it easily as they return to the home theater. When they get there, Maggie raises her eyebrows. "And whose choice was this one?"
...Laughably bad has always been on the menu, she supposes.
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She'd be perfectly happy to forego armed guards, if it weren't for kidnapping concerns. Maggie's house, with its five walls and gates, is fairly fortress-like. It can stop the dead just fine. It's the living who are a problem. Since she has to have guards, she's made the best of it. Their contract says that even if her father's paying them (which he is, because he insists his daughter have guards and a microchip monitoring her vital signs if she wants her independence), they work for Maggie directly. They answer to her, and she approved every one of them before they were hired. She likes them personally, especially Alex.
Maggie's eyes light when he names it, because Stefan's isn't a suggestion anyone's brought to her before, and yes, she owns and enjoys the movie. "Not quite in our usual wheelhouse, but close enough that I can be talked into it. Dreamscapes within dreamscapes, what's not to enjoy? Come on, let's see what we're sitting through first."
She takes a tray of her own, balancing it easily as they return to the home theater. When they get there, Maggie raises her eyebrows. "And whose choice was this one?"
...Laughably bad has always been on the menu, she supposes.