 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Oliver groaned. "But I want to win,'' he said in a pretend whiny voice. "Don't you think I let you win too much?'' He didn't really want to win, he would gladly give into Esme but today it might be the other way around. She just might let him win. To help her complete that decision, he gave her a charming smile. Give in, Esme.
"You'll see them when we get home,'' the young man said. "I'll need to apply the potion but you'll have the ones of yourself first.'' Maybe he'd even frame a few of them to hang in the apartment. "I do. I've taught you well.'' Olly was rather pleased that Esme had taken his tips and advice so well. "That's a great idea! Go for it, baby.'' |