"Both of you get out here pronto! Merle is teaching Kravitz to dance! I repeat! Merle is teaching Krav his own personal dance!"
“Why do you think we’re making popcorn, babe?” Lup hissed back, adjusting the heat on the stove. “Obviously we put him up to it.”
Taako was pulling out the salt and butter, and he paused to make a face. “Are they starting already? Try and stall them!” he instructed. “I don’t want to miss a single minute of this.”













