"Oh, you have no idea!" I mean, okay, apparently he's got some idea because he brought it up. Jeeze, Kenz.
Kenzi takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly, approving entirely of this interaction and fighting the urge to steal any wrist adornments or rings. "Kenzi Malikov-Rumlow. Good choice." She snorts, nodding sympathetically, "Oh, you've got one of those, too? Our dudes would get along like an entire city block on fire." Typical house-on-fire does not convey the depth to which her her husband would LITERALLY wildly avenger her. With fists and blood and gore and stuff.
Cooooool.
"Have a seat, Magnus. You tell me what colour you want and I'll tell you all the gossip I hear from dissatisfied housewives and raging soccer moms."
no subject
Kenzi takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly, approving entirely of this interaction and fighting the urge to steal any wrist adornments or rings. "Kenzi Malikov-Rumlow. Good choice." She snorts, nodding sympathetically, "Oh, you've got one of those, too? Our dudes would get along like an entire city block on fire." Typical house-on-fire does not convey the depth to which her her husband would LITERALLY wildly avenger her. With fists and blood and gore and stuff.
Cooooool.
"Have a seat, Magnus. You tell me what colour you want and I'll tell you all the gossip I hear from dissatisfied housewives and raging soccer moms."