Is that...is that Spam I smell?

[feldman]

Nah...can't be.

I mean, I'm in town, it's the middle of the week, whyfore would there be spam?

Must be the drugs.

Bloody vikings.

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[kernezelda]

Aeryn gives the sparkler a long look, and then decisively takes the matchbox from John's hand. She lights it, applies the flame, and stretches out her arms as the coating catches. Sparks whiz through the air.

She makes a loop with the sparkler, an oval that leaves a dark aftertrail in John's vision, and then she's weaving a pattern, a line and a curve, a thrust and a long streamer.

It's her name in lights, and John grins as loopily as her circles to see it. He's done the same thing, years ago when he was a kid, when he was in high school, the thrill of fireworks never lost.

He holds their child close to his heart and plants a kiss on her forehead. The sparkler slowly flickers out. Aeryn turns toward them, her expression of close concentration transmuting into simple happiness.

It's an almost unknown thing.

John reaches out and she lets him pull her close, dropping his arm around her shoulders, dipping his head to brush his cheek against her hair.

They can settle on the grass for a while, watch the show. They have time.

[rubberneck.livejournal.com]

Where're my dingoes at?!?

Heeeeere doggydoggydoggydoggy...heeeeeeere doggydoggydoggy...

Seriously, you guys are so nice to me. And the spam does make me feel oddly better 8 )