[For Reese]
He'd stalked the bookshelf for a couple weeks, studying the film reels as they appeared to find one that was just right. A lot of action movies had turned up, he'd actually sat down and watched "O Brother Where Art Thou?", and a few cannisters simply labled "Life" had tempted him, but no. Crews was looking for something in particular, and as with many things he figured he would know it when he found it.
For his day with Reese his instructions had been simple: she needed to meet him in the rec room and wear her most comfortable clothes. He'd tried and failed to locate popcorn, but a bowl of dried fruit as well as a few plums from the tree behind him hut would work. Crews had even managed to wrangle together a tea service with a handful of cookies, and all in all he was pleased with himself.
With the projector and refreshments set all that was left was the guest of honor. He stretched out on the couch, effectively claiming it, and waited.
For his day with Reese his instructions had been simple: she needed to meet him in the rec room and wear her most comfortable clothes. He'd tried and failed to locate popcorn, but a bowl of dried fruit as well as a few plums from the tree behind him hut would work. Crews had even managed to wrangle together a tea service with a handful of cookies, and all in all he was pleased with himself.
With the projector and refreshments set all that was left was the guest of honor. He stretched out on the couch, effectively claiming it, and waited.