Fannings Apartment

"Check the turkey." Robin said mixing the chocolate. She then poured it into a bowl with whipped egg whites and such other things, and began to mix carefully.

Clyde open the stove, greeted by the blast of warm air. "What does it look like when it's ready?"

"Browned a bit." Robin said not turning her back.

Clyde picked up the pair of oven mitts on the counter, slipping it on. "Alright. Should I just set it on the stove top?"

"Yes! Do that. Ohhh, imagine a Christmas with kids... Oh my goodness, Clyde, next year, we'll be celebrating Christmas with a three-month old baby!"

"I didn't even think of that! How much could change in the matter of the next year is pretty insane."

Clyde,

Hello old chum! ♥♥♥ Oh, dear, it's certainly been a while, hasn't it? I must say, the things I've heard about you from the chattering little--

fuck this, man. Alright, so, I heard you got hitched to that twiglet with the blue hair. Thanks for inviting me to the wedding. You're a true bro. Have you two spawned yet or what? That's what I hear most everyone's doing now. Hell, even I have. ♥ Well, pal, I suppose things HAVE been looking up for me since my last write after all. Ha ha! ♥

I think we ought to get together soon, don't you think? Perhaps for a meal. Yes, that sounds marvelous. ♥ Well? Do write back with your thoughts on this proposal.

-- Wallace F. Vainglory III

And LOOK THE BABY WAS BORN A WHILE AGO AND HE'S SO CUUUUTE ;w;

Robin was preparing dinner- it was a salad.

Clyde walked out of their bedroom where the crib and what not was looking extremely nauseous. There was a rainbow colored blob on his shirt. "Honey...I don't think I should attempt to feed him anymore."