The great thing about working at Veridian Dynamics is they’re always full of surprises. Well, no - actually nothing the company does surprises me anymore. But the great thing about working with Veronica is that she always finds a way to make the inevitable interesting.

"Veronica Mars," he says, recovering himself by adopting a terrible southern accent, "as I live and breathe."

Her mouth works soundlessly for a second, and Logan flashes wildly on the thought that she's going to punch him in the face. Which--it's not like she's ever actually done that, not like he's ever been particularly frightened of her physically…but. But there's a difference, he recognizes hazily, between Veronica Mars and The Legend of Veronica Mars, and he's spent rather less time with the former than the latter in recent years.

"So what if he's hearing voices? As far as I'm concerned that just means we're getting extra input on our projects for no cost. In fact, I wish more of our employees had voices in their heads like Phil. Good job, Phil!"

The first time Logan had joked that Veronica couldn't take him down, they were sixteen and a little drunk and in a room full of people who were entirely self-involved unless something really juicy was going down.

"I'm Veronica. Veronica Mars," she replied, copying his tone exactly, down to the smug note of 'you should be impressed.'

"Veronica, you're not marring anything. You're perfect," he growled. And since it was more than three words, she got the full force of a ridiculously sexy British accent. The kind that needed to come with a 'Warning: May cause dizziness' label.

God save her from bored continental playboys. She widened her eyes, pulling out her old stand-by, the bubble headed flirt voice. "So, if I were to return the compliment, would I, like, be making a bondage joke?"

And maybe they believe in happiness, but only because there has to be something to melt away in the rain when it comes.

Some cookies had it easy, an uncomplicated "I love you" packed into every artery-hardening calorie.

They’re evolving. They’re finally friends. That’s a good thing, because their love is like oxygen, but less corrosive.

In retrospect, Veronica had to hand it to Lilly. Her best friend might have had a few flaws- several, even- but at least she'd understood the need to wait a while before the haunting started.

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"So. Honey. How was your day?"

Veronica slammed the door and dumped her bag on the floor. "Well," she said, false cheer ringing in her voice, "I sent five hundred faxes from the bowels of hell, and then I sold my soul for central air."

Here's the thing about normal.