Aw, shit. So she did bang the resident alien puppy.
Now Margo was starting to remember: the general frustration, Stark seeming hella convenient, the weird guilt, going through with it just to spite the weird guilt.
Well. Now the only option she had was to not aggravate the guilt and get him out of the house before anyone got any ideas about two-- she thought about last night-- three? Foursies.
"Morning," she said, pressing all of that way down. "You don't have any magic alien coffee-teleporting skills I don't know about, do you?"
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Now Margo was starting to remember: the general frustration, Stark seeming hella convenient, the weird guilt, going through with it just to spite the weird guilt.
Well. Now the only option she had was to not aggravate the guilt and get him out of the house before anyone got any ideas about two-- she thought about last night-- three? Foursies.
"Morning," she said, pressing all of that way down. "You don't have any magic alien coffee-teleporting skills I don't know about, do you?"