15 September 1980

[everydaybystorm]

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Private: Vicana

[mildlyinsulting]

Oh really.

We are so good.

Also, you should see Matt's kitchen. We look like we're smuggling perfectly legal beer.

Private: Vicana

[everydaybystorm]

Really. It was good.

Fuck yes.

I'll have to stop in and sample. You know. Quality control and whatnot.

Private: Vicana

[mildlyinsulting]

So in other words, you got laid.

It is delicious.
I mean. Not that I would know or anything.

Private: Vicana

[everydaybystorm]

Yeah, I got laid. And we didn't break up! And she didn't cry. The trifecta, really.

You sneak. It's only because you're snogging the host.

[forthecraic]

Or one day, or three. It's a big week.

[everydaybystorm]

What's tomorrow?

Oh, right. Careful not to liquor her up too much, she usually just falls into the nearest receptive lap and her favourite Beater's still around.

[forthecraic]

Thanks for that.
I won't send her that much, I swear.

[downtothefloor]

Just reporting that there will, in fact, be cake.

[mildlyinsulting]

YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE, JO.

[downtothefloor]

It's the least I can do for you two little brats!

[mildlyinsulting]

Oh hey, play nice, or I'm going to make Joe follow you around all night.

[arithmantically]

Two days!

[everydaybystorm]

OH RIGHT

YES I'LL BE OVER ON THE SEVENTEENTH PROMISE

[downtothefloor]

How's the nursery going, love?

[arithmantically]

It's starting to look like a real nursery now, I think. I cried when I looked in it last

[lisapodmore]

Not very much longer.

[everydaybystorm]

It's all downhill after this until Christmas, really.

[lisapodmore]

Well Quidditch.

[everydaybystorm]

Well yeah, of course, I was joking.