A/N: Not *that* descriptive, but still probably don't be eating when/near the time of reading this…
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"Surely you'd let me help for another half hour. I can still get a lot of meetings done after that, into the evening. Though I hope you'll share a meal with me before we go to bed."
> Argh - she won't leave! And she's talking happy family-time situations! <
I stomp out to the clean tarp while seeing lilac glow glinting off of every reflective surface. Letting the carcass appear and flop onto the ground, I pointedly try not to look her way.
"F-fine. You take the meat. I'll handle the guts."
Pointing to the bag of butchering implements with a grimace before I grab a large empty flower pot and the contractor bag… she has to know that my mood is so, so *unstable* today but she just stays here looking at me!
