<em>Eh... I call it research. I personally think its interesting how they ended up talking like a typical Italian/Greek family. If I had any clue where Martin's mom was right now, I bet she'd be chiming in with "How come you nevah caaaaaaaaaawl?" Meanwhile... omnomnom... popcorn.</em><br/><br/><br/>I think you're<em>plenty</em>intimidating. I've seen you tear a demon-zombie's head clean off with a baseball bat. 'S the kinda thing that sticks with a guy, y'know? Besides...<br/><br/>-takes her by the waist and pulls her into an awkward dip- I wouldn't think you were so damn hot if I didn't know you could kill me.<br/><br/>-eyebrow waggle- Am I trying hard enough?<br/><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>I have decided that I'm a muse. Prolonged exposure to me has resulted in all sorts of creativity. My best friend Geneva often says that if she spends too much time away from me she feels the inspiration slipping away. Estelle gets in the mood to paint, as does Liz... Vella has been writing... same with Joel and Jason. Jason has been on a worldbuilding kick, actually. He just doesn't have the characters.<br/><br/>Between that, the fact that I got you writing again, and that my IQ is at least in the triples,  I think that I could hardly qualify as a<em>bad</em>influence. Compared to some of the guys I work with, I'm pretty saintly. (One of the great things about writing your own religion: "saint" can mean whatever the hell you want.)<br/><br/>See... I was picturing the two of them in some kind of a bar (because I always put characters in a bar. Can you tell?) And we're sitting two tables away being horrible voyeurs. Though, having Martin write on the dry erase board like a severely more handsome and interesting Glenn Beck does amuse me greatly.<br/><br/>I was going to write a more concise synopsis, but I think I'll keep this one. It suits them. =D<br/><br/>