Aug. 1st, 2013

realmrsreynolds: (stop and smell the flowers)
One day early last week, Sallie looked at Splinter across the dining table, and he looked at her.

"Party?"

"Shi a. When?"

"Some Saturday. Perhaps the next?"

"I'm not cooking."

"I do not believe it is a party if you work at it."

"Always knew I kept you around for your brains."

"I do not believe that was your opinion yesterday evening."




And the day of, there's nothing left to do in the apartment except put a new tablecloth over the table before food shows up, and Sallie ducks into a bathroom to change into clothes that don't have confectioner's sugar on them.

Welcome, all.

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