Page 38 of His Curse
FRANKIE: Shut up.
VOK: Your smashed potatoes just received a unanimous vote from K and Dizzy.
FRANKIE: Ok. Smashed potatoes it is. Everyone good with garlic green beans and cornbread, too?
CORA: OH MY GOD YES.
CORA: Bring everything over and I'll help. Do you have mustard? We're out.
ZAN: Oh dear gods, what do you intend to bake with the mustard???
CORA: I was hoping Frankie and I could make her Granny's snickerdoodle cookies for dessert.
FRANKIE: We have mustard but it is NOT in the recipe.
CORA: Fine. I'll just dip my cookies in it.
FRANKIE:??
ZAN:??????
VOK: You get used to it after a while.
VOK: Our lone wolf has yet to weigh in. Colt, are you coming to dinner?
Igrin to myself and shake my head.
Yep, super fucking grateful.
ME: I'll bring the beer.
ZAN: A keg.
ME: No.
ZAN:??
ME: I'll make sure I have enough for everyone to cop a buzz but I'm not bringing a goddamn keg.
ZAN:??
ME: What time do you want me there?
CORA: Anytime, Colt. You're welcome whenever you decide to grace us with your rugged beauty.
FRANKIE: Shirtless. You should definitely come to dinner shirtless.
CORA: Yes! Shirts optional for dinner at my house!
ZAN:??
VOK:??
ZAN: Wait... shirts optional for EVERYONE???
ME: I'll be there by four. And I'll be wearing a shirt.
ZAN: A stupid flannel shirt, no doubt.
