it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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first i'm gonna make it then i'm gonna break it 'til it falls apart

Our Heroine's Stomach: We're hungry!
Our Heroine: You just had lunch! Tasty beans and cheese and tortilla and hot sauce!
OHS: We want Turkish delight!
OH: You are done eating until snacktime. Anyway, we don't have any Turkish delight!
OHS: Rosewater and lemon Turkish delight!
OH: The closest place to get that is in West Hartford! An hour and ten minutes away!
OHS: We don't care! Bring us Turkish delight!
OH: We are supposed to be working! We're also supposed to be working on having our pants fit!
OHS: It's a business expense! We're writing a scene set in Samarcan't! How is Turkish delight not relevant?
OH: You tire me, meat. Isn't it enough that I give you Kzinti failed Jedi and wuxia ninjas?
OHS: *sulks* We can't eat those.
OH: Back to the word mines, you. Maybe if you're good there'll be some rose petal tea in it for you.
OHS: Not the same.
OH: Tough cookies.
OHS: Ooo. Cookies!
Tags: an author travels on its stomach

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