"Hard to go wrong with double chocolate," Karla murmured, accepting the mug. The marshmallows made her smile. "And I'll just call in one of mine. I have spares." She didn't mean to turn down Leda's blankets, but she needed something of her own, something with her psychic scent on it. Something that reminded her of who she was, exactly.
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Date: 2009-10-27 10:28 pm (UTC)