"You're just as short I'd thought you'd be." He's only saying this because of the dream he had. She was in it, oddly enough. A really good dream, in fact. Murphy clears his throat, uses his shoulder to push himself from his lean.
"The edible kind? How lucky of me." Murphy smiles wryly. He's about to take the box of cookies when he pauses at her question.
Of course, she would ask, why wouldn't she?
"Someone tried to kill me. That's what happened." One of his hands takes hold of the box of cookies and gently tries to tug it from her grasp. "Thanks for bringing these."
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Date: 2018-12-10 03:45 am (UTC)"The edible kind? How lucky of me." Murphy smiles wryly. He's about to take the box of cookies when he pauses at her question.
Of course, she would ask, why wouldn't she?
"Someone tried to kill me. That's what happened." One of his hands takes hold of the box of cookies and gently tries to tug it from her grasp. "Thanks for bringing these."