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[phosfate]

Bilbo has behaved unbelievably well today. We tried to play Scrabble, but none of the Whorehouse sets come in an alphabet that both of us can read. He's finally conked out underneath my desk. I showed him the hammock in the storeroom, but while he thought it made a fine swing, he seems to prefer kipping on the floor. Or it's his abandonment issues.

(Note to self: make serious effort to play Scrabble with Merin at some point.)

Comments

[finabair.livejournal.com]

*nudge* Witnesses!

Maybe the hole-punch and scissors? Oh, maybe not the scissors. Your shoes are down there.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Shhhh! He's working out issues!

[finabair.livejournal.com]

*whispers* Oh, right, sorry. I got...carried away.

I'll just sit quietly in the corner, here.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Feel free to use the bar. I'd get you something myself, but there is a child on my shoes.

[finabair.livejournal.com]

*looks for mango margaritas*

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Ew.

[finabair.livejournal.com]

Hey, have you ever HAD one? They even made me like guacamole!