Fred whispers, "I'll fix it so we can lock your door," and a giggle escapes. Dawn shoots me an evil look, but for once I don't care.
Jeff looks like he's about to say something embarrassing when Sharon suggests we eat, and the usual horrible veggie vs. meat shaming session ensues, with Fred bewilderedly holding my hand while Dawn glares at us both.
I should tell Dawn, "We'll talk later," but mostly I want it to be later so we can be alone in my suddenly-locking bedroom, where I won't have to explain anything.
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Date: 2012-11-12 11:14 pm (UTC)Fred whispers, "I'll fix it so we can lock your door," and a giggle escapes. Dawn shoots me an evil look, but for once I don't care.
Jeff looks like he's about to say something embarrassing when Sharon suggests we eat, and the usual horrible veggie vs. meat shaming session ensues, with Fred bewilderedly holding my hand while Dawn glares at us both.
I should tell Dawn, "We'll talk later," but mostly I want it to be later so we can be alone in my suddenly-locking bedroom, where I won't have to explain anything.