"Foresty, huh?" he took a small helping, and slid the rest over to Laguna, figuring the man would be the kind who could eat the entire thing. Then again, this dinner was sort of a last meal for the Estharian President, at least in Mickey's eyes.. "Well, then. We'll eat our pudding, with the hope that our countries can get along as well as we do. Sort of, kindred hearts, so to speak."
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:40 pm (UTC)