[Her head goes to the same thought and she freezes...right before he says to calm down. She fixes him with a glare, hand on her hip, and lifts her wrist to let the string hang limp.]
Okay. So. Must be more retrospec bullshit. And a damn sight more inconvenient than an explosion of flowers.
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Okay. So. Must be more retrospec bullshit. And a damn sight more inconvenient than an explosion of flowers.
[That...can wait.]
Got any scissors?