"Yeah, slave labor," Krem quipped mildly, going to the refrigerator to suss out the bottle of wine and deal with opening it while he was still in there. It gave the bottle a few moments to breathe while he carried it back to the table, smiling at her softly.
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Date: 2016-04-11 04:53 pm (UTC)