Room 312, Wednesday afternoon
Cookies on a plate, milk and coffee on the table, kitten entertained with a catnip mouse; Dinah was ready for company.
Well. Practically ready, anyway. She wished she knew what to expect. But food seemed a good place to start.
[for bitten_notshy, but open before and after Jack stops by. ETA: Later parts of that conversation very much NFB.]
Well. Practically ready, anyway. She wished she knew what to expect. But food seemed a good place to start.
[for bitten_notshy, but open before and after Jack stops by. ETA: Later parts of that conversation very much NFB.]