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[oneman_onevote]

There is a table. On it is a jar of sugar cubes, a jug of milk, a bottle of whiskey, and a large and steaming pot of coffee, a judicious distance from the double baby-carrier. Melodic burbling comes from within.

Havelock eyes one baby with a look that is somewhere around mildly puzzled, while Puck cheerfully sneaks his third lump of sugar and crunches it.

It's 'meet the Missus' day, apparently.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck makes a face at her.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock just sips his coffee.

He thinks it's safest.

[awesome_lilly]

Havelock is wise.

"Can I give him some nerfy blows though? I mean, nothing says 'You'd better be good to my husband's honor' like the terrfying possibility of styrofoam splinters."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

He laughs.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock hates you all.

I mean, he sips his coffee serenely, and pats the hand of the male child as he reaches out for something entertaining past his sister's nose.

[awesome_lilly]

Havelock asked for it!

Okay, not in any specific way, but Lilly feels quite strongly that dating Puck is like putting out a sign saying "Hi, Universe. Please Feel Free To Come Hit Me With Your Wacky."

And marrying Puck is like adding a "P.S. The Harder The Better!" to that sign, so she has no sympathy.

"Okay, that's maybe my new goal. Are we defining expression in the normal way, or since it's Havelock if I get a mouth twitch or an eyebrow raise will that count?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck laughs-- very, very quietly. And sneaks Havelock a cheerful glance.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock is adding more alcohol to his coffee. He then raises his mug to Lilly slightly, before sliding over the bottle.

Challenge so very accepted.