"I thought so, too." Which was why he'd brought the butter and the knife he'd gotten over to the table. Sort of. That would be his excuse if she asked. For now, though, he simply shrugged widely and drifted away from her, helping himself to the chair he usually sat in when they took meals at the table.
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Date: 2011-04-26 09:40 pm (UTC)