the tradesman's daughter is unsurprisingly cynical;

[boughdidbreak]

I really ought to know better than open this book at this time of year.

Let me save you all the trouble:

Blahblahblah Valentine's Day! blahblahblah somebody loves you! blahblahblah too much chocolate blahblah [doodled string of hearts here - she's even broken out the red marker] blahblah dates blahblah crowds blahblah I hate my boyfriend blahblah

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[wearingshirts]

What.

UM. I HANDLE THOSE FLOWERS ALL DAY, TOM.

[wearingshirts]

That's because Christian is emotionally devoid of FEELING, OBVIOUSLY. That's why I make him so many garlands.

[wearingshirts]

You took me to the hospital!

[wearingshirts]

It's not SELF preservation if you were taking ME to the hospital, Tom.

[wearingshirts]

[...]

Oh.

[wearingshirts]

I THINK I HAVE TO GO BAKE SOMETHING. MAYBE.

[wearingshirts]

I don't PUT razors in things I bake for other people unless they're HOOK or WONDERLANDERS SANS KILROY AND MAY. JERK.

[wearingshirts]

FINE. I'll just make them for THEO from now on. YOU CAN KEEP YOUR BODY HEAT TO YOURSELF.