Sweet talker. You know what it does to me when you say such nice things.
Did they ever come to the obvious conclusions that sisters are supposed to share? I tried to drop a few hints, but Tia was pissy and Tabby almost squicked when I did.
That should be chick, singular, pal. After all, I'm just one, albeit amazing, woman. Not counting the voices in my head. And there you go sweet talking again. Maybe it's not so surprising you have a girl. So, what's she like? Besides feral.
Do you have to wear the funny robes and hat like they do in the movies? I'd give over a night's worth of tips to see that.
Oh, Glade plug ins have become my best friends, lemme tell ya. And sitting out on the fire escape. (The drama that happens in that alley, Wolvie! I don't even need cable!)
Score! I'll try to remember to pick up my underwear.