Of course, now I have this too-funny mental image of Nate sitting in a hotel room in Italy while Moira's getting changed for dinner or some such thing. He gives in to the temptation to take a peek at the journals and sees this.
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"... yes, Hank, go and talk to Manuel. I'm sure he'll see the error of his ways! He's open-minded like that, you know."
*typestypestypes*
"NATHAN CHRISTOPHER DAYSPRING!"
"... Moira! No! The Gulf of Salerno is not for laptops!"
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"... yes, Hank, go and talk to Manuel. I'm sure he'll see the error of his ways! He's open-minded like that, you know."
*typestypestypes*
"NATHAN CHRISTOPHER DAYSPRING!"
"... Moira! No! The Gulf of Salerno is not for laptops!"