![]() ![]() “All we need now is for the eighth wonder of the world to return with the wine,” Joe said and looked at his watch. MacLeod followed her with the bread, but not without giving Amanda a warning look. That seemed to be the extent of what Amy could do for the moment and with a mumbled, “I'll just…” she abruptly relieved Amanda of the package of cheeses and took them to the tiny kitchen in the next room. “Amanda,” whispered Mac in embarrassment, but she ignored him.Īmy apparently found her courage and held out a hand, “Nice to meet you, too.”Īmanda raised one eyebrow, but shook the offered hand. “Nice to meet you, Amy-Watcher-daughter-of-Joe,” she said the last words together quickly in one breath. “Merry Christmas,” Joe answered as Mac helped Amanda off with her coat. “And Amy,” he added with a polite nod to Joe’s daughter standing back by the table.Īmanda greeted Joe with a kiss on the cheek, but was wary in front of Amy which was likely the best anyone could hope for given Amanda’s fractious record with Watchers… who weren’t Joe that is. “Happy Christmas, Joe,” said Duncan MacLeod. MacLeod and Amanda stood there holding gifts of cheese and loaves of bread. There was a knock on the door and Joe left to open it with Amy reluctantly in tow. “I'm not certain I fancy inheriting Immortals,” Amy admitted before adding ruefully, “But it may be the only way to keep up with Methos.” Is it wrong to want someone I trust to look after them when I'm gone?” No elections back then, you know,” he reminded her. “Isn't that the usual way things are done? Six or seven generations in succession of your mom's family have Watched the same Immortal or had the same admin position. ![]() She then asked seriously, “Are you trying to prepare me to replace you as the liaison to Immortals who know about us?” There was a clank as Amy dropped a spoon. “Mac and Amanda will be here, too, by the way.” ![]() “I suppose you were going to inform me once I noticed you needed help cooking rather more vegetables than two people tend to consume?” she couldn't help saying in exasperation. She looked pained, but not surprised and mumbled,“You'll get me in trouble.” That Methos was his house guest negated any possibility of Joe excluding him from dinner with his daughter on Christmas. “He's staying on my sofa,” Joe replied in explanation. They were in the kitchen of Joe Dawson’s Paris apartment. “Joe, did you invite my assignment?” Amy asked her father, suddenly suspicious as she looked at the size of the meal Joe was making. ![]()
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