*ring*

Just back from Propaganda, footsore but amused. Best time to call for a chat? 4AM in Russia, 8pm in Fandom.

"Pfftttt." Parker grinned and stretched out lazily on her bed. "That would be silly, when I have to be up in three hours, wouldn't it?"

"Mmm, Anton? Is not as much a problem, no," Parker said in a bad Natasha accent. "There was accident? With limousine door. So very sad. Three fingers, ouch." She snorted, and resumed her normal speaking voice. "Like he was riding back to the hotel with me after trying to hold my hand during the ballet. I. Think. Not."

"I thought so," Parker said in deep satisfaction. "I was of course completely apologetic, but Daddy was annoyed enough at Anton that we left his uncle to get him to the emergency room. La la." She grinned. "So yeah, I was out with Sergei and Mariska and Olga and Casimir tonight. And I will be regretting this in three hours, but I can have a nap tomorrow afternoon."

"Are you okay? Is your arm better?" Parker asked, sitting up a little and putting extra pillows behind her back. "Is everyone safe now?" She grinned. "Tell me you all are, and then I'll tell you about Casimir, and the next date we have planned."

"Good," Parker said forcefully. "Glad to hear it. I had to verbally kick Daisy for not telling me he got hurt on Tuesday, too! So new rule: no getting hurt and not telling me." She sighed, then grinned. "So. How's everything else?"

How to explain Casimir, exactly...?

"Yeah, he did, and it sounded like he was making out with Bel and Phoebe in the woods... I don't want to know," Parker said resolutely. "Anyway. Whap him for me. So." She grinned. Almost purred. "Casimir. Lechensky. Computer security guy, but not at all a geek. He's in the middle of some security check thing, he's bringing his laptop with him everywhere, but he's twenty-four, went to the Polytechnic, native of Estonia, and a very, very good dancer."

"I'm having Angelo do it," Parker said carelessly, smiling into the phone. "This is Russia after all. Just a little more difficult for me to do it."

"Wednesday. Breakfast." Parker might have sounded pouty. "Coffee on Sunday, then dancing tonight, breakfast on Wednesday... And he's being a perfect gentleman. Grrrr."

"I hate this part!" Parker pouted. "The guy I don't want is all 'come back to my dacha' and the one I find hot and intelligent is acting as if I'm too young to know what boys are for. If he keeps doing this, I'm tackling him by next weekend."

"As if I'm every tacky when it comes to sex." Parker sighed, wiggling her toes. "Tasteful tackling? Anyway. I'm hoping to make him think it's his idea. They always are so much more attentive if they do. They get that startled look if you're too straightforward with them. Man, I miss Lee Adama...."

"What, is Steve-Peter not interested? Does he have a girlfriend? Is he gender-neutral?" Parker demanded. "What's the story there?"

"Mmmmph." Parker made a discontented noise, then said, "Reminds me. Give Karal a kiss to remind him of me, will you? That might break the drought."

"He didn't die when I kissed him," Parker protested, giggling. "Even if he did turn neon pink. C'mon, he's a sweetheart. Even gave me a traveler's blessing. So let him know I got here okay, please?"

"Oh? What's come up?" Parker frowned. "Something else wrong and weird there?"

Parker's voice got quieter. "Not since the evening I left. When we said good-bye."

Parker sighed, not surprised, but not thrilled, either. Number one on her speed-dial was about to become obsolete again. "I thought he would leave pretty soon. Tell him to be careful? If he doesn't call me? And...."

There really wasn't anything else she could say there.

"Cool." Parker closed her eyes. "Some things are just inevitable. Jarod leaving Fandom was one of them. I know you'll miss him, though." She sighed. "Any word from Jack?"

"You did? Where did you send it to?" Parker asked, sitting up in bed, and concealing a yawn.

If they were letting him get mail. "I hope it gets there. Let me know if he writes back?" Hope still springs eternal, after all. Parker yawned again, this time unable to conceal it.

"Ohhh, fine, be all responsible. Tell people to call me. And not wake me up!" Parker yawned again, then chuckled. "And remember about Karal. I'll talk to you later, Isabel. Miss you."