238, Sunday evening

[notstakedyet]

Angel? Still both wee and tiny.

He was in his room with Sean and his anti-zombie fort.

He was contemplating whether or not he was still married to Callisto and, if he was, if this meant he needed to get a job.

Married men had responsibilities after all.

He decided to meditate about this over fingerpainting.

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[notstakedyet]

Angel giggled again.

He reached for her hand. "Let's build a house!"

[psycho_barbie]

Callisto took hold of Angel's hand. "Okay!"

[notstakedyet]

Angel dragged her over to what space wasn't already taken up by the fort. "We can build a house and it can be huge with lots of bedrooms and a basement 'cause I don't like sunlight."

[psycho_barbie]

"An' a pond for Cam-Mollusc to play in when he's big!"

[notstakedyet]

"We can make a pond in the bathtub!" Angel said. "And he can play and have friends over and do homework 'cause he has to go to college."

[psycho_barbie]

"Yeah," Callisto agreed. "'Cause he's a smart squid."

[notstakedyet]

"I like Notre Dame," Angel said.

[psycho_barbie]

"Where's that?" Callisto asked.

[notstakedyet]

"Dunno," he admitted. "But it's Irish so it's good."

[psycho_barbie]

"What's Eye-rich?"

[notstakedyet]

"Me!" Angel said. "I'm Irish."

[psycho_barbie]

"I thought you were a vampire?""

[notstakedyet]

"I'm both," Angel said.

[psycho_barbie]

"Oh," Callisto said. "Okay."

[notstakedyet]

"Like how you're a girl, but you also don't have cooties," Angel explained.