[Appreciates William's hotness, is good to his friends, has a sense of humor. Octavia's getting a fruit basket sometime in the near future, probably. She grins, playing along, and maybe a little bit appreciating the slide of his tongue over his lip. It doesn't hurt to look.]
Hey, my Dad's an author. Sometimes the cover's misleading, sometimes it tells you exactly what you're getting. And friends don't let friend check out crappy books, right? But I'm thinking you're a stamp I want on his library card. Nice to meet you, Travis. I'm Heather.
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Hey, my Dad's an author. Sometimes the cover's misleading, sometimes it tells you exactly what you're getting. And friends don't let friend check out crappy books, right? But I'm thinking you're a stamp I want on his library card. Nice to meet you, Travis. I'm Heather.
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[Okay enough with the metaphor but he's still smiling.]
It's nice to meet you, too, Heather. I can respect a person looking out for their friend... wait, Heather? Didn't you just get married or somethin'?