Buffy ,'Chosen'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
From past experience I know that health information can be very difficult to wrangle out of them. They're not specific about things, so you end up in a circle of: How are you feeling? Terrible! I'm sorry to hear that, what's wrong? I feel terrible! etc.
They never spit out a diagnosis or actual symptoms. I, being the daughter of a nurse who was not scared of doctors, am more used to specificity of symptoms/dx/rx.
Can I have your calzone?
You've just blown your chance at plausible deniability.
You've just blown your chance at plausible deniability.
My denials have never been plausible anyway.
"I was dead at the time! I was on the moon! With Steve!"
Happy happy birthday, Fay!
Happy moving in, Vortext!
I should subtly find a way to visit that day. I could make dinner. And amuse Jilli part of the time and watch pretty graphics of things dying bloody the other part of the time. It's perfect!
I love this plan. This is a fabulous plan. Yes, please!
Happy birthday, Fay!
Vortex--you said it wasn't you moving, didn't you?
Oh crap. Did we misread?
Yeah, I think Vortex said it was the students moving in, so she had to work.
Damn! I was so hoping that this time it was for real. Is there any end in sight, Vortex?
Happy Birthday, Fay!
And, on a MacBook, the equivalent of right-clicking is tapping the trackpad with two fingers.
