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.
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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Date: 2007-07-17 09:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-07-17 09:32 pm (UTC)From:Challenge so very accepted.