So serious. Gloreth herself would tremble in the face of such seriousness.
Nimona arranges her expression into equal solemnity, giving him a nod. "Guard the ham," she says. "I'm going in."
She licks his hair again, making sure it sticks up in an extra-ridiculous-looking way, and trots back toward the tables. Turns out someone thoughtfully left a ton of dinner rolls next to the (now missing) cold cut tray, the better to make a bunch of little sandwiches, and all it takes is one tiny...
CRASH.
A second tray rolls away from the potluck like a single tire rolling away from a car crash, scattering bread as it goes.
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Nimona arranges her expression into equal solemnity, giving him a nod. "Guard the ham," she says. "I'm going in."
She licks his hair again, making sure it sticks up in an extra-ridiculous-looking way, and trots back toward the tables. Turns out someone thoughtfully left a ton of dinner rolls next to the (now missing) cold cut tray, the better to make a bunch of little sandwiches, and all it takes is one tiny...
CRASH.
A second tray rolls away from the potluck like a single tire rolling away from a car crash, scattering bread as it goes.