[Dean gets just about the wariest stare in the book. Microwave dinners exist back home, but Fortescue's never had one. Or gone to a market. Maybe she should.
Of course, he's laughing.
And she really can't see you as a cannibal, Dean, though you never know...]
I hope I'm missing something big here. [She smirks.] Unless you like men with cobber on top.
no subject
Of course, he's laughing.
And she really can't see you as a cannibal, Dean, though you never know...]
I hope I'm missing something big here. [She smirks.] Unless you like men with cobber on top.