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Ivy : Love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake.
Selina : You are literally making a Valentine's Day card for Harley.
Ivy, pointing her hot glue gun at Selina : You're on thin fucking ice.
Selina : So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?
Harley : We're chopsticks!
Selina : That's... cute, I guess? Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?
Ivy : No, it means that if you take one away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.
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This is both oddly adorable and incredibly soft.
Thank you! Soft stuff is my favorite thing to write. I've been recently told my writing is hygge, which apparently just means 'things that are really comfy and make you feel fluffy inside' in Denmark.
That is definitely true!
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The toast (does it count as a pun?) sounds like a brilliant idea, actually ;)
Oh my stars, it does count as a pun, doesn't it?!
Especially if they toast with the toast ;)
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Glad you enjoyed :)
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