You've fallen into a well, but Ace got distracted by a raccoon and fled off into the night. Boy, it sure is a good thing we have these magical journals! I'll be right there with a rope. Don't worry, Timmy.
Yeah, I've been waiting for you to get stuck in a well.
What's up?
What's up?
Grr, I knew you'd beat me to anniversary stuff. [She knew all along! Six months... that's a long time, in Paradisa, and for them in general.]
Anyway, yes! Anniversary things. I got you something, but what's the plan?
Anyway, yes! Anniversary things. I got you something, but what's the plan?
More like all the time, my favorite boyfriend ever.
Soooooo. What are we doing, Tim?
Soooooo. What are we doing, Tim?
[Stephanie likes going out, but she likes the privacy and comfort of their place, too. Dancing and dinners and dressing up is fun--but PJs and blankets are better.]
Night in. There's even a frozen pizza in the fridge.
Night in. There's even a frozen pizza in the fridge.
I'll have your PJs ready. [As much as she digs Tim in a nice shirt and pants, PJs are the best.]
[Steph's already in her own, and approaches him to place his in his hands.]
Here you go. Have a nice night.
Here you go. Have a nice night.
[No getting out of this kiss anytime soon. Steph slips her arms over Tim's shoulders, body pressing against his. The kiss says someone is definitely getting lucky later tonight.]
[Half a year of this has been nice. Half a year more of it would be ideal, but Steph knows better than to hold her breath. That's pretty negative, though, so she reminds herself to focus on the now. The now, which is a very handsome guy making out with her. Life is good.]
Don't get too carried away.
[She kisses his cheek before going in for a tight hug.]
Thank you for making the past six months amazing.
[Even with the bumps in the road.]
Don't get too carried away.
[She kisses his cheek before going in for a tight hug.]
Thank you for making the past six months amazing.
[Even with the bumps in the road.]
Yeah, me either. [She keeps expecting him to just be gone, one day. Hooray, more depressing thoughts. Steph kisses his cheek again before pulling back, though her hands rest on his arms.]
C'mon, get comfy.
C'mon, get comfy.

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