Holy crap, Eliot!
Holy crap, Kane!
To be determined... (but it's definitely [NAFDA])
Holy crap, Eliot!
Holy crap, Kane!
Pretzels!!!
I squealed at Pretzels!! And Haa-eey!
The look on Hardison's face as he was processing what she meant, aw!
I never get tired of that "never said I couldn't use 'em" bit. And then pretzels!
Do we still not know Sophie's name???
eeeeeeeeeeeee
!!
Okay, I did not see that coming. Until Eliot broke the door down, that is.
Hee
Oh my. That's going to make things...complicated.
I love that even Moreau must recognize the Hair