[ so! she puts the kettle on. perhaps tea and ice cream aren't the best match but -- she takes the pint and shoves it into the skinny freezer section in the mini-fridge (at just a glimpse, it's altogether too easy to tell it's stocked with pudding cups and juice boxes.)
peggy watches him -- wrinkles her nose at how he takes over her bed -- and leans her shoulder against the shelf that divides the 'bedroom' space from the rest of the studio apartment. ]
I've got Assam and I've got Earl Grey. Pick your poison.
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peggy watches him -- wrinkles her nose at how he takes over her bed -- and leans her shoulder against the shelf that divides the 'bedroom' space from the rest of the studio apartment. ]
I've got Assam and I've got Earl Grey. Pick your poison.