Shellpepper wrote:"Aw, cummon," he laughed. "I've seen you at holliday dinners, Erik, there's no wool over these eyes," he laughed as he touched the side of his nose with his index finger, messilly gorging himself.
Rachelle watched the banter, a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. This is how it's supposed to be, she thought to herself. She leaned against the counter.
Erik laughed, "How would you know? Your to busy inhaling the turkey to see anything else."
Aurora smiled as she listened to them, she took a slight step away to avoide the crumbs from Alaire.















