Famine frowned, thinking. "Doesn't one of you saintly types find things? I'd give him a buzz. Unless you already have, in which case, the Horselady is out of ideas." She took another bite of mushroom pie. "I am going to marry this pie," she announced. "We're going to get married, and we will be so blissfully happy together, and it will be grand." She laughed.
"Not terribly sure how good I'll be at keeping you sane, but I'll try my damnedest," she said. There was only a few inches of space between their faces right now, it was the closest she ever remembered being to another person. Well, one who wasn't threatening her, anyway.
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Date: 2012-08-26 02:42 am (UTC)"Not terribly sure how good I'll be at keeping you sane, but I'll try my damnedest," she said. There was only a few inches of space between their faces right now, it was the closest she ever remembered being to another person. Well, one who wasn't threatening her, anyway.