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[dracolicious]

I'll take that to mean I did well today, then?

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[boywholives]

Something like that.

[dracolicious]

Something like this?

[boywholives]

If you want to see the kids again before morning, I suggest that you stop doing that. You might find yourself trapped in this bed the rest of the night.

[dracolicious]

I doubt they've even noticed our absence, the buggering telly addicts.

[boywholives]

Why today? Why not next weekend?

[dracolicious]

Reasons.

[boywholives]

Such as?

[dracolicious]

Halloween is when all the riffraff like to skulk about in graveyards because they think it's horribly trendy, Potter, and if we ever happened upon a handful of deviants defiling something near your parents' site, we would both be locked up for causing bodily harm.

Besides, I didn't feel it was right to have this coincide with the kids' party we've got in the works for next weekend.

[boywholives]

The flowers were lovely. Thank you.

[dracolicious]

If it wouldn't kill you to visit more than once a year, we could certainly do with planting something that isn't already in its death throes by the time we leave it there. Spring lilies would be too obvious, I suspect.

[boywholives]

Funny you should mention that...

[dracolicious]

Funny ha ha, or funny strange? Do I dare ask?

[boywholives]

So much of that place is run down...it got me thinking...

[dracolicious]

We're not moving them, if that's what you're getting at. I think it's probably illegal to have graves in your own backyard---

[boywholives]

Um, no. That thought never even crossed my mind, that's...I would absolutely not be okay with that.

[dracolicious]

Oh. Well, good. Because . . . yes.