This week's postcard was from Barbados, actually, not
Morocco. It still put a much-needed smile on Bo's face as she relaxed in front of the tv with a Guinness in honor of
other absent friends.
[OOC: for the tricksy tiny one. No, not him. The other tricksy tiny one. The one she's actually met.]
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"Ooo, key. Are you sure? I like picking the lock, but keys are cool." Kenzi was delighted, and climbed over the couch to flop down on it. "Can I still feed Jonothan new foods to watch the faces he makes? He's paying me now. Not for bringing him coffee, though."
She'd get back to the point. At some point.
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Karla bakedthat word turn him--" Bad direction to go in, Bo. "Other colors. What's he paying you for?"no subject
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That was kind of a big Guinness and she was kind of two thirds of the way through it.
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Feeling the need to go beat someone up for perving on her kids was... a new one on Bo.
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Bo...
"Which I, as a responsible adult and member of your school faculty, would not provide even if I knew any in this area, which I don't."
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Pout. Epic pout.
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