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Mondays need to be banned
Baked goods are right up my alley. But I eat them everyday all the time. Nothing wrong with a shot to combat stress. Might be one of the best stress relievers.
Who says there’s anything wrong with consistent baked good consumption? A friend and I went on an epic dessert crawl the other day. City Bakery, Zaro’s, Baked by Melissa, and a few other spots. The sugar rush was intense. But the black and white cookies and the tirasmisu was so worth it.
☎ | frannie fabray-jacobs
Quinn: [glances down at her ringing phone, slightly confused but answers anyway, hesitantly] Hello?
Frannie: You sound confused.
Quinn: Well...you're calling at two in the morning. Is everything alright? Did something happen?
Frannie: [chuckles] No, no. Everything's fine. You busy?
Quinn: Always. But I do have time to talk to you. What's up?
Frannie: I was wondering if you'd like to head up to the stables tomorrow, late afternoon.
Quinn: Tomorrow's actually no good. Jesse and I are going upstate.
Frannie: Oh? Gonna spend some time milking the cows, getting in touch with your southern roots?
Quinn: Stand down, Balls-chesca.
Frannie: Stop with that name!
Quinn: [gives a hearty laugh] Why are you suddenly asking me to go to the stables, anyway?
Frannie: Welllll I might have something to tell you.
Quinn: This is how pregnancy talk starts.
Frannie: Oh? Is there something you want to tell /me/ then?
Quinn: [shakes head amusedly] We'll meet up on Monday, alright?
Frannie: Okay, busy bee. Don't stand me up.
Quinn: Never. Night, lady. [ends call]
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: Says the girl who is clinging to me when I wake up in the morning. You love it.
Quinn: When have I ever done that? I enjoy my breathing space, thank you.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: Do you want me to?
Quinn: Sure, mister Beefcake.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: Fantastic. Can I come over? I wanna sleep with you. I don't mean have sex, I mean actually sleep.
Quinn: If you'd like.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: Love me?
Quinn: Surely.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: I'd much rather be curled up with you, under a blanket, far enough away from the bright lights that we can see the stars.
Quinn: You big sap.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: Teasing doesn't translate well through text.
Quinn: I think you're just on edge. Have yourself a drink. Pop in some music.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: I planned a whole romantic weekend getaway for us, and you're not giving into the romance. I know you don't normally do that sort of thing, but can you just indulge me? Just once?
Quinn: What's with the pouncing? I was only teasing.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: Don't do that, Quinn.
Quinn: What am I doing?
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: You're supposed to tell me you love me too, or something. God, you really don't do romance, do you?
Quinn: I apologize, I left my script back at the office. I won't forget my cue next time.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: You know I love you, right?
Quinn: Of course.
St Fabray || Texts
Jesse: Seriously? Quinn...You can't just let Santana do it? I know it's both of your companies, but.
Quinn: I could but this is one of my personal clients. Important person status and all. But we can still have the night away. No need for fussing, Jesse St. Romantic.
St Fabray || Texts
Quinn: We're going to need to cut our cabin escapade short. I've got a press prep to deal with tomorrow afternoon for Monday morning.
Way of anything that relaxes walls that originally structure a person. An excessive amount of sugar does it to children. What? A Well placed kick? Wow, Quinn, that’s very …Thank you. I will make sure to do that?
Very...aggressive? Sometimes a healthy amount of it is necessary. In this day and age of the toxic mantra of ‘boys will be boys’ we can’t afford to let ourselves be walked on.
Sounds accurate. Phones stay in the glovebox, Fabray. You in?
We’ll have a conversation about the phones. You’ve already won a battle with this whole cabin thing.
Catching Up [Para:Huinn]
Hunter rolled his eyes. “True, you aren’t actually a good listener,“ he teased. Though you pay the role well enough. But no, not on that.” He strode a little more quickly. “There’s not much to say about it,” he lied.
Not one to beat around the bush, he continued in his straightforward way. “However, I did need you to hear my news. I’ve decided to go back to school next fall, Fall 2016 - to get my MBA full-time. So I’m giving you a year’s notice.
“I’m an excellent listener.” A short pause and then a shrug of her shoulders followed her vindication. “When something’s got my interest. And your well being would certainly be categorized as such. But we won’t talk about Seb’s dramatics now.”
Hunter’s admission wasn’t the news Quinn had been expecting, though her surprise only showed in the slight arch of her brow. “School? MBA? How ambitious.” The pair arrived at the restaurant the next moment and Quinn gave her name to the hostess before turning back to her company. “What brought this on?”
