"Perhaps he has." She shrugs - she's not nearly strong enough to trace through the causality of his life right now. "There could be others." Other Others? She isn't even going to attempt to deal with that grammar. The second lobster rapidly goes the way of the first, and she rises, licking butter off her fingers.
The pot needs refilling - they're gonna need more lobsters, at this rate. She rehydrates with the vodka he so thoughtfully poured for her.
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Date: 2012-03-05 05:52 am (UTC)The pot needs refilling - they're gonna need more lobsters, at this rate. She rehydrates with the vodka he so thoughtfully poured for her.