Ronan laughed and nodded as he took the teabag from Bolton. "Okay," he said, getting up, moving to his kettle. Turning it on, waiting for it to boil, he then turned his attention back to his bag of biscuits. "Want one?" he asked, holding it out after he'd opened it. "Chocolate chip."
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Date: 2007-09-30 11:29 pm (UTC)