"Of course," Angua said, eyebrows raised at Dean's behavior. He wasn't queasy, she decided, he was nervous. It was kind of cute, really, to think that after they'd been together this long he'd still get nervous about a date.
She held out her glass toward him. "What are we having? Did you make it?"
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Date: 2010-05-24 03:47 am (UTC)She held out her glass toward him. "What are we having? Did you make it?"