"Oh, she gave all sorts of idiotic excuses, having to do with wanting the control and the power to make things better in the world," Pete grumbles, rolling his eyes, as he steps up to the counter. "'Lo, Minnie. Three Chelsea buns, a hot chai latte and a large coffee, thanks."
He turns back to Kitty. "The conversation ended with me tellin' her to stop tryin'a play god because she's bad at it, an' her dumping a cup of tea in my lap, and telepathically shutting down the speech center in my brain to shut me up."
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Date: 2018-10-08 06:49 pm (UTC)He turns back to Kitty. "The conversation ended with me tellin' her to stop tryin'a play god because she's bad at it, an' her dumping a cup of tea in my lap, and telepathically shutting down the speech center in my brain to shut me up."