*Fleur...really wants a cigarette right now. But she is sure Molly still thinks she is P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T, and that would make her look even worse then a son stealing french whatsit.*
...non, he really picked it out himself. He iz not juste a pretty face, you know.
*A light touch to Bill's cheek.*
He iz good at almost everything he doez. Well, except pick furniture. He nevah haz been good at that.
*When she remembers that she is in the middle of her husband's mother's kitchen and talking about the furniture they bought together and thinking of bedsheets and things and...She smiles ever so slightly. Arthur seems amused. Molly--er. Fleur smiles a little more.*
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Date: 2005-08-15 08:15 pm (UTC)...non, he really picked it out himself. He iz not juste a pretty face, you know.
*A light touch to Bill's cheek.*
He iz good at almost everything he doez. Well, except pick furniture. He nevah haz been good at that.
*When she remembers that she is in the middle of her husband's mother's kitchen and talking about the furniture they bought together and thinking of bedsheets and things and...She smiles ever so slightly. Arthur seems amused. Molly--er. Fleur smiles a little more.*