Re: In Person: Babs/Dick
[Cheekily] If I told you, he wouldn't be a secret, would he? [From the fridge she pulled out a thin plastic sleeve of sliced meat, gently hitting Dick's arm with a thwack before closing the fridge.] And who said you're getting any of this? You didn't even gather me some pop tarts so all I get are cheese and crackers. You've reduced me and your child to mice.