Santana could not resist that pout. It was too adorable. As much as she wanted to argue that the armadillo was a stuffed animal, an inanimate object that didn't care if the movie was on or off, that pout broke her down pretty quickly. "Okay," she sighed, reaching for the remote control and pressing pressing play again. "Now, food. Come on." She squeezing Brittany's hand and led her into the dining room.
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Date: 2011-02-16 02:11 am (UTC)