"Fondue night?" Steph suggests hopefully, backing in with a teetering stack of boxes balanced precariously in each arm. "Spit roast? Chasing Mikey around with it?"
"Will from the forge is making me one," Steph says. "I bet he'd make you one. Should I ask him?"
She deposits one stack of boxes on the bench and the other on top of it, in a stunning display of understanding of engineering principles. It doesn't quite fall.
Mel doesn't appreciate the headache this would give a British girl in the twenty first century. She does, however, appreciate the stack of boxes, and what they represent as a fencing mannequin, and thrusts the air around it.
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She deposits one stack of boxes on the bench and the other on top of it, in a stunning display of understanding of engineering principles. It doesn't quite fall.
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Mel doesn't appreciate the headache this would give a British girl in the twenty first century. She does, however, appreciate the stack of boxes, and what they represent as a fencing mannequin, and thrusts the air around it.
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