What in the sam hell you been doing drinking the lakewater?
Then again, I only JUST got the damn hole in my floor fixed, so my entire house stinks like lakewater. Next time someone goes crazy, can they not do it in my living room?
Then again, I only JUST got the damn hole in my floor fixed, so my entire house stinks like lakewater. Next time someone goes crazy, can they not do it in my living room?
I didn't drink it. I was in it. It was cold.
I'm still cold. Is the thermostat broken?
I'm still cold. Is the thermostat broken?
If you caught the flu I am going to drown you in my grandmother's chicken soup. Just so you know.
Dip.
What were you doing in the lake, anyway?
What were you doing in the lake, anyway?
Well, that was nice of you.
Want me to bring up a couple more blankets and possibly medical personnel?
Want me to bring up a couple more blankets and possibly medical personnel?
Thank you for that, by the way, I don't remember actually hitting the water so I doubt I would have been able to bring myself back up. I owe you a great deal.
Blanket good. Doctors bleh.
No problem. Couldn't let my almost not really sister drown.
Blanket it is, then. I reserve the right to call in the doctors at any time, though.
So, Miss Maximoff's your sister from another mister?
(Sorry. I HAD TO SAY IT!)
(Sorry. I HAD TO SAY IT!)
But... you're like, sisters but not, which..
It's like brother from another mother! You know, family but not all related-like!
It's like brother from another mother! You know, family but not all related-like!
And as my almost not really sister, you probably will get twice the loot in pretty things when I return from Europe.
Shopping makes everything better.
Shopping makes everything better.
And then wash your hands so you don't get the plague. Kitty would be mad at me.
I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't think it's the fever's fault.
Yay, loot.
How come you didn't catch the plague too?
How come you didn't catch the plague too?
Can't have that. I'll use plenty of soap.
Good. You aren't going to make me eat are you?
Things tend to incubate in me. Watch, I bet you a round at Harry's that I'll be completely out for the count next week with the plague. Yours jumped you fast, mine will wait in the shadows until I forget about it.
Well, maybe not yet. But the chicken soup lurks in the shadows, biding its time.
It's good soup. You'll like it.
It's good soup. You'll like it.
I don't like food. Food is gross.
Sounds like a bet.
It waits in the shadows? Like Jamie's soup?
It waits in the shadows? Like Jamie's soup?
Well, that's just mean. The soup's always spoken very highly of you.
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