44 Blueberry Hill, Library, Thursday Night

[beenthroughthat]

Sam was sitting in front of his computer, staring at a list he'd made a few days ago and trying to figure out if he'd forgotten anything on it, or if he'd forgotten to put something on the list in the first place.

He thought he'd gotten everything taken care of, but he couldn't be sure. Planning a private party really shouldn't be this stressful

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[sleepswthdemons]

Phoebe sat on the chair arm next to him. "Are we set?"

[beenthroughthat]

Sam, biting his lower lip, drummed a pen against the desktop. "I think we are. I think . . . yeah. I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something, though."

That had been a bit of an extra worry with him, the past couple of weeks.

[sleepswthdemons]

"We got him the black satin robe, yes? We got stuff to redo the master bedroom with the sating sheets and places around the room for candles? Rented a hottub..."

[beenthroughthat]

"Yes, yes, and yes," Sam replied, leaning against her. "And the chocolate . . ."