Pseudosapien

Biscotti

"So, how's work been?" Garth asked as he sat down next to Annie. They had been meeting up to sit and chat for the past two months or so now, and she found she enjoyed the man's company quite a bit. As for Haggard, they were still going on dates and he was expressing more frequent glints of a particular type of attention she recognized.

"It doesn't change too much."

"Really? Browning once told me that you get some rather interesting clients."

"My boss knows what I can take. He gives me clients that could lash out at me at any moment. After awhile you just get used to it and it ends up becoming a game of 'guess my disorder'." Annie was only half joking.

"That's dangerous. Have you ever been attacked?" His face was a little pale and his hazel eyes showed concern.

"Not once." Annie shook her head and smiled to reassure him.

"You're either a very lucky woman or you're very good with at what you do."

"I would hope so. I'm not exactly fond of the idea of rolling into your morgue on a gurney anytime soon."

"That would be horrible. Then who would I be able to share some of my most amazing discoveries with and tell cadaver jokes and normal riddles?" The amused smirk he gave her was something she'd tagged as a trademark of his.

"Speaking of which..."

"That's right you haven't been given today's riddle, have you?" She shook her head in response as a smile glided across her face.

"Not yet."

"I'll have to think of a good one then. You already know the common ones."

"No, I just love riddles. They keep your mind sharp."

"That's an interesting hobby."

She watched with much amusement as he thought. For awhile, she had noticed that he intertwined the fingers of his hands together aside from his thumbs, which he would rub against the palm of his opposite hand. If he pondered something for long enough he would switch hands in intervals of maybe 3 or so minutes.

"As I went over London Bridge, I met my sister Jenny, I broke her neck and drank her blood, and left her standing empty. What am I?" He inquired after his sing song-ish rhyme with a grin.

"You're a bottle of gin. One would think a rather bloody one at that." Anemone replied after about ten seconds of thought. Garth nodded with a few little claps.

"Very good, my dear."

"I try and I must thank you for giving me a regular supply of riddles old and new. Keeps me ever on my toes."

"It is my pleasure."

"So, what about you? How's work?"

"I'll tell you after you give me a riddle. I want to see which one you use?"

"This is new." She chuckled.

"I'm serious. Go ahead." He smiled encouragingly and Annie gave him one of the last ones she had learned.

"Think of words ending in -GRY. Angry and hungry are two of them. There are only three words in the English language. What is the third word? The word is something that everyone uses every day. If you have listened carefully, I have already told you what it is."

"Oh my, I may have to get back to you on that one." He looked at his watch. "I've got to get to work soon."

"Do you? Shame. Text it, then, if you get the time and your hands are clean."