Date: 2015-05-30 09:16 pm (UTC)
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"That's not exactly what I meant. I meant dip," Lincoln murmured, the top of his ears blushing a pink colour as he tried not to think of the innuendo. He smiled at the pat of his hand and led Audrey into the kitchen area. "It's not nice to tease the host or so I've heard."

Lincoln moved his limited edition Death statue up out of harms way so he could set up the hummus.

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