Aruba SunSpa, El Paso, Texas, Friday

[lovemykilt]

"I told you, man," Priestly said, leading the way into the spa. "There's no such thing as a city in America that doesn't have at least one sauna. It's basically a rule." He flipped over the little pamphlet. "This one apparently does infrared." He frowned a little at the slightly silly list of purported health benefits -- wound healing? really? -- then shrugged. So long as it was nice and warm. "Plus, private saunas. Don't have to worry about a bunch of sweaty old naked men." Which, you know, was always a bonus.

[ooc: expecting one!]

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[lovemykilt]

"It sounded like there was at least a little theory behind it," Priestly agreed. "And yeah, A for effort. Sorry I wasn't around to make sure she made something tasty, though."

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'll let it slide. This time. Just make sure that next time my girlfriend is in a panic and trying to cook something for me in a hurry, that you're there."

[lovemykilt]

"I'll at least try to make sure she knows where the menu is for ordering take-out," Priestly said.

[weldedtomyspine]

"It's a start, anyway," Jaime grinned. Then sighed. "Though, to be fair, I don't know that the food mattered all that much, all things considered." There had been a fight, after all.