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[dracolicious]

Potter has made stew. I can no longer move without fear of sloshing like a cauldron of . . . partially digested stew. Naturally, this has made me irresistible to every ankle-biter in the house with a penchant to launch themselves directly onto the torso of unsuspecting victims

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[boywholives]

Bean, why don't you take your brothers and see what you can find in the toy trunk, alright? They're going to make Daddy sick if they don't stop trying to climb him like a tree.

I know, Daddy always overeats.

[dracolicious]

The important thing is to know your limits, Lentil. Had I gone for another bowl, I would have been sicking up all over the floor. That is when you stop.

[boywholives]

Most people stop when they feel full, not just before their stomach is about to burst.

[dracolicious]

Nuance.

[boywholives]

Common sense.

[dracolicious]

Common sense is so . . . common.

[boywholives]

Logic would dictate, yes.

[dracolicious]

I wouldn't feel special if I adhered to something common.

[boywholives]

Shagging is pretty common.

[dracolicious]

Not the sort of deviant homosexual shagging we get up to.

[boywholives]

Oh, I think that's more common than you think, too.

[dracolicious]

Then we've got to be even more deviant in our homosexuality, clearly.

[boywholives]

...there are things we haven't done?

[dracolicious]

Oh, probably. I'd have to read up on the subject.

[boywholives]

I don't want to do anything involving pain and injuries.

[dracolicious]

So that's a no to more babies, then?