Knoxville Bound.

A: Oh, Marianne...

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M: I think his bag is packed to come visit meeeeee!

A: I'm guessing he doesn't have to sleep in the dog house with the ticks?

M: Um, duh. For my husband's sake, I will make him a cushy pallet at the foot of the bed (this is a lie).

A: Wait, is the pallet for your husband or Alexander Skarsgard?

M: *whistling innocently*

A: MARIANNE.

M: ANYWAY, doesn't he have the nicest arms?

A: Oh, he has nice everything.

M: I am now just staring at his picture and have nothing to say.

A: I like that his bag is Mulberry. I like a man who likes Mulberry. And t-shirts. And stuff.

M: My husband thinks Mulberry is a bush that a monkey chases a weasel around.

A: Mine thinks it's a berry that grows in our back yard that I'll maybe make a pie from. (I won't.)

M: Stupid pie.

A: This is the only kind of mulberry pie I want:

And oops, it's NOT PIE.

M: Well, it's the COLOR of pie?

A: YES. This is what's known as Fashion Baking.

M: We studied at the Sorbonne!

A: I do enjoy whipping up a fluffy pair of pumps.

M: Just the other day I was kneading my cashmere and letting it rise.

A: Perhaps I could bake you up a Birkin?

M: With Mulberry sauce?

A: Oh my god, that sounds delicious. Perhaps Alexander will serve it to us?

M: Yessssss.

A: Can this happen now? Like, right now?

M: I think you need to come to Knoxville. I am just saying.

A: I AM. TODAY. OMG.

M: *squeaky dolphin noises!*

A: EEeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE!!

M: We lost it a little. Ha.

A: A little. It definitely explains why we need to be together.

M: Like, committed to the same ward?

A: Oooh, do you think they'd let us? We could do each other's hair!

M: And paint our nails! Do they allow that?

A: Yay! It will be so much fu...wait.

M: There is Internet there, right? RIGHT?

A: I don't think so. I'm leaving now. See you in seven hours!