You know, I'm a branding and Apocalypse kinda gal, but damned if this and Jessica's stuff hasn't found its own special place in my black little marshmallow of a heart. This had the feel of breakfast in bed on a quiet, misty morning, watching the sunlight climb the opposite wall. Perfect, as usual.

*smug* Exactly. Apocalypse! Death! Destructin of all that is good and pure!

But you know, finding fun also the cuddly cute domestic thing. *giggels and hugs*

Thanks, chica. Glad you liked.