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To: [grumpybear]
From: [curiousScot]
Subject: Helicopters.

What do you know about helicopters, oh darling who knows these things?

Moira

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You, difficult?

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You were difficult?! Tell me it wasn't so! *faints*

I happen to know that I didn't push enough juice on you to float the Queen Mary. Maybe another vessel but certainly not that one.

Want me to have a go at them? Please? I need to yell at someone and it might as well be that lot. Say, we could set up a conference call in the next few days...

Moira

PS: We're going to have to buy another one, aren't we?

PPS: Rachel's already had babysitters (I nearly typed babysisters and nearly gave myself a heart attack), so we could escape for an evening and a day.

Subject: me, difficult.

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I know it must come as a terrible shock.

What was that godawful red stuff, by the way? The stuff you were pushing at me when the room wouldn't stay put. Cranberry? Pomegranate?

I'll see if I can't make some headway, then bring you in as reinforcements? GW can't resist both of us.

Nathan

PS: Possibly. One of the pieces just flew off and shattered against the wall. I suppose I should go clean up.

PPS: Imagine. An afternoon out, followed by dinner... I'm not sure what we'd do with ourselves.

Be still my heart, even.

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Heart attack central. *Le gasp*

Actually, yes to both. Cran-Pomegranate, one of the new flavors since you've gotten used to all the rest and I miss your "This is gross and I hate you, you evil woman" look.

Has GW ever been able to tell me no?

Moira

PS: That would possibly be a very wise idea because she decides those pieces are fun and should be thrown around as well.

PPS: My God, I can't even imagine that right now. What to do, what to do...

you mean I don't make your heart beat fast anymore?

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Sigh. I really must be losing my touch. I could try and get it back?

Oh, screw the "This is gross and I hate you, you evil woman" look. Would you hurry up and come upstairs? Banter, the ultimate aphrodisiac...

Well, he told you no the one time you tried to hook him up with that girl from the mainland. Wait, no. It was Anna who did that.

Nathan

PS: All cleaned up. She's currently whimpering at me. I'm trying very hard not to pick her up.

PPS: Movie! There's got to be a bad historical movie playing somewhere. Or at worst, a good one.

In That outfit you damn well do.

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But my heart has nearly stopped more times than naught these past few months.

Ohhh, in that case, let me close up shop and I'll be right up.

Yes, Anna did that. And I just laughed and laughed and laughed at him. Does that count?

Moira

PS: Tears at my heart but she needs to learn to sleep through the night.

PPS: ARen't most of them bad?

Oh, I'm GOOD.

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And yes, I know. Let me figure out all kinds of vaguely naughty ways to apologize for the times I was responsible for.

He survived. And learned to fear the women of your family. Good survival trait.


Nathan

PS: Put Bella in there with her. Bella's cooing, and Rachel's stopped whimpering.

PPS: Well, not all of them. Just most.

You normally are, dear.

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Hrrrrm, how I've missed this. Oh, we will so need a night to ourselves, love.

Which reminds me, Anna wants to see Rachel. She's demanding it, rather.

Moira

PS: Good idea. And I'll be up in a second.

PPS: I'll believe it when I see it.