[... why, what's she gonna do if he says it to her face? Dave, uh. sort of has a poor brain-to-mouth filter.]
Furbies, right. [he says it a bit deadpan, as he holds out the cold-fighting goods. it's a bottle of apple juice from the special reserves. you know, the magic void!]
no subject
Furbies, right. [he says it a bit deadpan, as he holds out the cold-fighting goods. it's a bottle of apple juice from the special reserves. you know, the magic void!]