Harry Stamper

"Something sweet will come along"... She just has no idea...

--smile returning* Then I'll bake you a cake... @NonLinearGenius @IDidSaveYou @High_Stakes_

--guys down... *tilting his chin toward her, suddenly nervous, the crooked -- @NonLinearGenius @IDidSaveYou @High_Stakes_

-- and yes. Leave it to me. We'll get them moved in time, and bring these -- @NonLinearGenius @IDidSaveYou @High_Stakes_

--optimal firing range* *clearing his throat* I think you're right... The cannons will work,- @NonLinearGenius @IDidSaveYou @High_Stakes_

--back to the map, tracing the areas the ships were expected to fall, once they reached -- @NonLinearGenius @IDidSaveYou @High_Stakes_

--*licking his lips at the thought of it, he stilled, realizing he was staring at her, and glanced quickly -- @NonLinearGenius @IDidSaveYou

--*quietly* You like cake? I make a mean carrot cake, with this cream cheese icing... -- @NonLinearGenius @IDidSaveYou @High_Stakes_

--as she leaned in close to him. A crooked smile on his lips, he ducked his head, meeting her eyes* -- @NonLinearGenius @High_Stakes_

*smoothing the scroll with the flats of his hands, he studied the map in front of them, eyes closing slowly at @NonLinearGenius' scent--

--@SnackFoods_Rock @Rebel_Scum_ @Magic_Bone

--Like dew drops on a fuckin’ spider… JASON! *pausing* Buffy! Spike! // @High_Stakes_ @IDidSaveYou @NonLinearGenius --