Re: Call: Sam A/Cris M
Overkill, papi. Overkill. [A little smile.] I can hear you rubbing your chin, yeah? [Honest.] I like the idea of anywhere we can go that'll make you feel better. [There's some movement. The sound of her climbing into the empty tub and sitting in it, followed by Ted whining, his little claws scratching porcelain as he tries to climb in with her.]