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WHO: Thistle
WHERE: Thistle
WHEN: Day 79 post game

[let's never sail the seas again]

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Damn, talk about cheap.

[ i hope there's room because she will be flopping down at the other end of said couch ]

Fine, fine, I'll let you slide this one time.

[there is!! he will even pull his feet up to make sure she has room]

Did you come all the way here just to throw me onto the couch?

You're basically in our backyard—it wasn't a long walk.

You should have brought us a casserole, too. Like a good neighbor.

I can make one out of grapes for you.

Grape casserole. . .

[. . . gross]

We can see how it comes out when I use the cotton candy ones.

That's not a casserole. That's a fruit salad.

Would you like that instead?

[HONESTLY. . .]

. . . kind of. It sounds refreshing.

Hah, I could try putting that on my to-do list for you.

Ah. .

I feel so spoiled. [CHEEKILY] A nice grandma is good at that

Watch it, or grandma's not gonna be feeling so nice anymore.

[HEHEHE]

. . . I saw Clover did pretty well for themselves. Zenith must have been super smug.

Heh... Yeah, as usual, that twerp.

[TWERP??]

I want to see you call him that to his face.

[ look it's twerp (affectionate) ]

Please, he can take it. He knows he's a brat.

If you're the one saying it, he'd probably just sulk, anyway.

He does that a lot in general.

I called him sappy when I first got back. He sulked then, too. What a loser.

[BUT HE SOUNDS ENDEARED, IN A WAY]

[ now THAT gets a hearty laugh out of her ]

He tries so hard, and yet...

[solemnly]

Maybe one day, he'll accept the truth he knows deep within his heart.

Pfft. Maybe in five-hundred more years.

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