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xxx"should i spell it out for you?
xxxno one here is bulletproof.
xxxso what are you to do?
xxxbattle. battle on through."
She waved at Weston as he came in, before putting her fork down on her empty plate and sighing contentedly. She'd eaten plenty of fancy dinners in her time, but it was hard to beat good home-cooked food. And Tony's cooking was always good. She was only partially joking about moving in. She laughed at Wes' comment about Tony, before shrugging.
"Someone clearly doesn't appreciate their sister's wonderful hugs," she remarked lightly as she got to her feet to make herself another cocktail, before laughing at Ricky and Wes. At home, comments about balls dropping would have never been made around the parents, but this seemed to be a different kind of dynamic. One she liked.
"I feel like my grandma is turning her grave at the thought of this conversation at Thanksgiving dinner," she remarked lightly, before laughing. "Then again, she also was the type of person who would refuse to serve dinner unless she thought we were all dressed appropriately, so that doesn't say much."