Hyperion, Los Angeles, Jan 19
Jan. 19th, 2011 11:52 pmIt being Bel's birthday, he wanted a very special cake.
A very special cake.
But it was his cake. His precious. Touch it and you may get a fork in your hand.Sneaky little hobbitses.
[Meant to put this up earlier but oh well. Open for SP (and phone calls) as I have taken THE Q and may pass out unexpectedly.]
A very special cake.
But it was his cake. His precious. Touch it and you may get a fork in your hand.
[Meant to put this up earlier but oh well. Open for SP (and phone calls) as I have taken THE Q and may pass out unexpectedly.]
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Date: 2011-01-20 02:33 pm (UTC)She laughed, smiling even if Bel couldn't see it.
"I got you a present. You just have to feed and provide for it until he's eighteen. That's fair, right?" That was a joke, of course.
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Date: 2011-01-20 02:42 pm (UTC)"And not that I'm saying I wouldn't... you know what, there's no way I'm recovering this part of the conversation."
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