[Getting through Mr. D, that's a thing that's going to have to happen. Okay. She can do this.]
If I don't come back, make sure my funeral is a nice one.
[With a quick salute, Margot heads off to the refreshment table and... aw, crap. Conversation with Mr. D. It's always awkward, she smiles tightly because what else is she going to do? (And he calls her 'Margaret,' ugh. Does she look like her grandma?)
After a minute and some flailing, she slinks her way back off to Johnny, semi-triumphant.]
Well... I got these instead. [She holds up a couple of diet cokes with a shrug.]
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If I don't come back, make sure my funeral is a nice one.
[With a quick salute, Margot heads off to the refreshment table and... aw, crap. Conversation with Mr. D. It's always awkward, she smiles tightly because what else is she going to do? (And he calls her 'Margaret,' ugh. Does she look like her grandma?)
After a minute and some flailing, she slinks her way back off to Johnny, semi-triumphant.]
Well... I got these instead. [She holds up a couple of diet cokes with a shrug.]