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[wyldfire]

He's threatened to extent my servitude if I try to use them as firewood.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

So like, the chodes hold great sentimental value or what?

[wyldfire]

He claims they're masterpieces.

[So, so, so blandly said.]

[whatsinfrontofyou]

I have so many questions, darling, and I don't want to know the answers to any of them.

Ew.

[wyldfire]

I would like to bleach my brain.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

That's what alcohol is for. Unfortunately, it means running out sooner.

[wyldfire]

Now you see my problem. And the beans are done. I need to finish his dinner.

[whatsinfrontofyou]

I'll steal more of your time later, then.

And Jordana, darling... thank you.

[wyldfire]

[She wasn't sure what she was being thanked for, but decided not to ask for clarification. Whatever the reason, she accepted it.]

Please do. Stay warm.