oh, Tin Man...

[lyssie]

*falls over, laughing hysterically*

PLASTIC PONY ftw!

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She pouts just a little, and says she doesn't know if she still has that dress.

She also says if she didn't, she'd have to walk on her hands, then she tilts her head to the side and asks how much later.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Walking on her hands might be amusing to watch, Ben points out.

Much later, but the place delivers all night, so they have time to kill.

[musicforcylons.livejournal.com]

It might also induce whining, D points out.

That's good, D says, leaves plenty of time for other things.

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That would be nothing new, Ben notes.

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D admits that is true, however, this could mean an increase of whining.

Also, she says if he'd like to wear the red dress this time, someone sent a large fruit basket to the house this morning. She thinks it would make him a lovely hat.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

By all means, let's curtail the whining, Ben suggests, reaching out for her other foot and starting to work his fingers over the arch.

He's silent for a bit upon the dress, then notes he was kind of maybe planning that. The fruit'd be a nice touch.

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D arched her back and stretched out, perfectly content, and says that might be just the way to do so.

There is a chance, D reminds him, that she might fall asleep before they get to the fruit if he keeps doing what he's doing.