Elsa spared a glance towards the living room, silently hoping that Tabby wasn't sitting on anything important. There were important documents lying around in there. She had no idea why they were important, they just were.
"I certainly hope not. I don't want a flock of angry loiterers storming my home, demanding their hooch."
Returning with a cup in each hand, one of them full of ice, she couldn't help but smirk. "True. But on the other hand, it takes a very special kind of palette to stomach warm beer."
"I see you forgot the pudding. I'm not sure I'll ever get over it."
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Date: 2009-01-31 02:38 am (UTC)"I certainly hope not. I don't want a flock of angry loiterers storming my home, demanding their hooch."
Returning with a cup in each hand, one of them full of ice, she couldn't help but smirk. "True. But on the other hand, it takes a very special kind of palette to stomach warm beer."
"I see you forgot the pudding. I'm not sure I'll ever get over it."