RP: The Fab Four Who: Savannah, Marty, G and Sam Where: the house When: after Sunday dinner, March 6, 2011 Summary: Sunday is the perfect time to talk, whether people like it or not
Savannah had sent pies to everyone in the morning, and had kept one pecan pie and an apple pie for them. She had almost invited John. She didn't like that he was alone, but they all needed some time alone. She'd have to talk to him in the morning. Today was for them, her family.
It was bad enough that they were busy in the morning, but it was work, so she didn't complain, although she wasn't sure what Sam was doing. He was hardly talkative, and she didn't want to press too much. However they finally managed to sit down for dinner all together. After they cleaned up, she ushered them to the living room and returned with the pies and whipped cream. She didn't bother asking, but put a slice of each on each plate and passed them out, before getting comfortable on the couch, balancing the plate on her leg.
"You're so talkative today. Even more than usual," she said cheerily. "I do have good news if anyone wants to actually to use words. I come from the same dimension as you." She looked at Marty. "And you can say yeah this time," she said with a smirk.