For those who are following along, heres a bit of what Ive been writing (and you dont even have to wait until Christmas!): Molly hadnt been sure what to expect, but having Schrodinger show back up with a sour-looking Jack in tow hadnt been high on her list. Still, since the CrossCat warned her before they walked through the door, she was able to smile at them, rather than stare. I didnt think Id see you today, she said, wiping her floury hands on the towel beside her. Would you like a cup of tea? Is that your answer to everything? Jack asked her, looking around the kitchen with studied disinterest. Tea? As a matter of fact, yes. Molly struggled to keep her tone even. Its warming, its tasty, and if you piss me off, I can throw it in your face. He blinked at her. What? I said, if you piss me off, I can throw it in your face. Her smile had grown teeth. Black or herbal? Black, he said, obviously flustered. Molly nodded and went into her pantry, returning with a mug and a tea ball filled with fragrant black tea. It wasnt her Christmas tea - he hadnt earned that yet, but it was a respectable Indian black. It wasnt the store brand tea bags that she reserved for true villains. Yet.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 04:38:39 +0000
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