"That's alright. I've made that one a few times myself and done it on purpose," Grant replies, a tight smile resting on his lips. He turns his gaze to follow hers, looking over the crowd, the lights, the wreathes, the tree. It's starting to get a little darker out.
Glancing down at the packages in his arms, Grant turns and looks at Bea again, one eyebrow raised. "Uh...you going to be able to get all these back to Gotham by yourself?" he asks.
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Date: 2006-12-12 05:14 am (UTC)Glancing down at the packages in his arms, Grant turns and looks at Bea again, one eyebrow raised. "Uh...you going to be able to get all these back to Gotham by yourself?" he asks.