Andy's smile remained fixed. The lift of his eyebrows might have suggested skepticism. "Thaaaaa cookies? Fields ... cookies ... Mrs. Fields?" Saying the whole brand name aloud hinted to him what he thought might be the problem with the pun. He looked at her wedding finger, bare of nuptial gems. "Sorry, they'd have to be your mom's cookies. Youuu are Ms. Fields. I hope?"
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Date: 2009-09-26 10:56 pm (UTC)