And there’s a tree that smells like c— Oh gosh, look at the rating in here! Nope, not talking about ornamental pear trees. Never.
She’s wearing plot armor.
The quality never changes—only the depth varies.—An old farming proverb
Except she wished there was air there, not that Phoebe could live without air. This is going to confuse NASA a lot.
Or wish for infinite grateful, wish-granting unicorns.
“Darn it.”
“That will do perfectly! All your socks are now darned.”
I wonder if Marigold has a jar of fig jam?
Crispy chili oil is, at least imo, the best sauce of the lot when it comes to dosing carbs.
As for meat, you have to go with a demi-glace.
Because she’s so perfect she understands it would devastate people to see such perfection, so she shows she has fake minor imperfections strictly for their our.
Dakota was also already in the place when they arrived.
And there’s a tree that smells like c— Oh gosh, look at the rating in here! Nope, not talking about ornamental pear trees. Never.