River gets hit by the mental image of spending the night tied up under Annabel's care and makes a noise of unrestrained lust that may or may not qualify as a prayer to Kora.
"Ifeelsafelikethatokay." Bright red. Already dying. Weak point hit for massive damage. She tries to rally by focusing on her brandy for a bit. "...We really discussing this, then? Moving in? Maybe expanding the house so there's room for...everything? I don't want to rush anything, I...the last thing I wanna do is hurt you by mistake. Again."
"Good thinking." River closes her eyes, sighs. "Being responsible suckssss...but with me staying for a few days we can figure out how we feel about it, yeah?"
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To say nothing of being well before the invention of U-Haul.
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This is, for legal purposes, a joke.
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That's pretty solid and certain.
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"That will definitely help."