“Little Dove you are in for a treat. No one makes a better taco dinner than Carla.” He walks up to Carla and gives her a quick peck on her left check.
Little Dove just smiles as she is not used to seeing public displays of affection among her people. She thinks it is nice.
“Scott, Little Dove wants to tell you something.”
“Something good I hope.” “Not exactly.”
Little Dove begins to tell Scott exactly what she told Carla. While Carla continues to prepare the taco shells and the different fillings she will place inside of them.
When she finishes, Scott looks at Carla and says, “I have been suspecting something to happen for awhile now. Not sure where it’s coming from but I think Little Dove is right. If we are dealing with murdering marauders, I want everyone including Mike sleeping in the house. We’ll talk about it together over dinner.”
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