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[dracolicious]

As a rite of passage, Mother decided it was time that we and the birthday girl enjoyed a leisurely spa weekend, to mark the occasion of My Angel turning the ripe old age of seven. I hadn't been dragged along to the spa since before my first year of Hogwarts (or, in other words, the age when I finally found a sense of shame by cohabitating with

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[boywholives]

You don't see me as anything more than the family chef, do you? Here to bake cakes and fry up bacon every time you snap your fingers?

[boywholives]

I'll leave a cheque by your bedside table in the morning.

[dracolicious]

Is that really necessary, since you'll be the one collecting the fee?

[boywholives]

I thought that you might like to see what I think your services are worth.

[dracolicious]

Expecting a full on show, are you?

[boywholives]

If you want to earn what you're worth...

[dracolicious]

I think there ought to be trees involved. Only they can truly showcase my talents to their full potential.

[boywholives]

How about I just throw some leaves and weeds on the bed?

[dracolicious]

Not satisfactory.

[boywholives]

What if I added some mulch?

[dracolicious]

And an actual tree?

[boywholives]

I'm not sure that I could fit it through the door.

[dracolicious]

You could shrink it. I have faith in you.

[boywholives]

How about some nice silky sheets with a tree design on them?

[dracolicious]

Not good enough.