Date: 2010-02-17 03:16 am (UTC)
Happy CNY, darlin! I'm glad you ate yummily, so far away from home.

And, HOW I ADORED THIS. I loved that Cook had "performance anxiety" (AHAHA, you're supposed to PEE on it, Dave!); loved how his mom was all, cautiously, "Is it Neal's?", like she secretly hoped it was Archie's, BECAUSE, MOTHERS ARE ALL LIKE THIS, YOUR BETH IS GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME; how Archie just dropped everything and showed up (with a gift!), and his dad said Cook's house was the den of sin (and didn't browbeat Arch into marrying Cook cause it's "the right thing to do" - although, um, awesome fic idea!); and Cook's ephiphany on the toilet, BAHAHAHA as well as, OMG AWWWwwwW.

You have such a light, deft touch with this, nothing was overblown despite the awful cracky subject matter which I foisted upon you, it was such a delight to read. (psst: I enjoyed it more than Phab's, is what I was tryin' to say. SO YOU COULD SAY I WAS MOST SATISFIED.)

ALSO, (Naturally, Cook winds up carrying three of their four kids. Jesus Christ, he's never losing all that weight.)? Kind of made me tear up a little. Ummmm, because that kind of happens.

Love you. Loved this. HAVE I SUFFICIENTLY PRIED EVERYONE'S GRABBYHANDS FROM THIS? BECAUSE IT'S MINE, LADIES. XDDDDDDDDD
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