Which sounds like a gag reflex.
Which? Now that you mention it? Ewwwww.
That's not "my" chocolate shop is it, Cass? I mean, the one Plei went to and got the figgy stuff?
Sadly, no. It's Portland, not Seattle. And, while it has an amazing selection of candies and chocolates, one of the main draws is a really darling young thing of a boy. Come to think of it? Yeah, you'd like this place...
And there are good chocolates too.
Also? He's real purty. And legal. Certainly legal enough.
Yes, cass, but you'd have to
actually ask him out
to make the 'legal enough' fact matter.
Hey Pete, can I borrow your wife for a bit? I ... need her help on something in no way related to the chocolate boy?
I honestly used to have flirt-fu.
The wife is soaking in the bath. You are out of luck. If she's not too tired, maybe she'll pop into the thread before bed.
Nighty night!
Baths are good!
Nah, she'll torture me plenty next time she is down here. And makes me try to Talk To The Cute Boy.
(which is good. but skeeeeeery.)
Nah, she'll torture me plenty next time she is down here. And makes me try to Talk To The Cute Boy.
Remember, if you do not Talk To The Cute Boy,
I
will Talk To The Cute Boy For You, the next time I'm there. And I don't do subtle, so the conversation would be something like "Oh, I'm here visiting my friend Cass. Who, by the way, thinks you're very charming and attractive. You two should go out for coffee or something."
He *is* very charming and attractive. So I really do try to talk to him. One of these days? I will succeed even. I hope.
Honest, there are times? I am actually good at this. I really believe it.
Now I'm craving chocolate.
My apartment is close to 80 degrees. I can't get to sleep.