*eyes you sideways, wondering if you've made any progress on your Issues with Glorfindel (whatever those might be)* *but! in any event, you made good with your girl at her workplace (double points, that), and all seems to be well on that front*
*nods her agreement of your assessment* Yeah, not bad, huh? Little too cupcake-y for me I miss my yoga instructor so bad man you don't even know, but not bad. Wonder what her 'music' sounds like. *nudge nudge*
*spots something out of place, then, as the cameras pan across the stage* *sits up and leans forward a little, squinting* Eggs, my man. ... Izzat Salgant fighting the cupcake on national TV, or am I having, like, the weirdest enchilada-induced dream in history? Will I wake up and still be going out with Carrie?