"Coming right up." Max takes on the air of a bartender, making a little show of pulling out the milk, tossing two glasses expertly between hands, and then filling them both before sliding one down to Marcus.
He laughs at his own silliness and then leans forward to snatch up a cookie for himself. Can't have milk without the cookie.
"Thanks. We've really tricked it out over this year. Rowan's the real star, though. Running out of room for all their art. Might have to open up a gallery next." (That one of the boobs was a Christmas gift not from Rowan, but Max does treasure it so.)
"So, how are you settling in? People been treating you okay?"
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Date: 2021-07-22 11:53 pm (UTC)He laughs at his own silliness and then leans forward to snatch up a cookie for himself. Can't have milk without the cookie.
"Thanks. We've really tricked it out over this year. Rowan's the real star, though. Running out of room for all their art. Might have to open up a gallery next." (That one of the boobs was a Christmas gift not from Rowan, but Max does treasure it so.)
"So, how are you settling in? People been treating you okay?"