the Dalaverse

This is unspeakably silly. Again in the "Honey and the Moon"verse, where I seem to be stuck. Only PG-13, but everybody gets to play this time.


( What the Tide Dragged In )

Vanessa: Mmm, they're grilling something out there, it smells good.

Me: Still smells like shrimp to me.

Vanessa: Maybe you have a weird nose. Maybe it's your allergies.

Me: Allergies that make me smell shrimp? I might as well kill myself.

Vanessa: It must be the allergies.

Me: Why would my allergies make me smell shrimp?

Vanessa: I don't know. Maybe they've been corrupted.

Me: By fellow seafood-smelling allergies?

EWWWW IT SMELLS LIKE SHRIMP.

Well, I managed it. Three W/N fics in just about twenty-four hours (though to be fair, "Moon to the Tide" was written before that). ANYWAY. This is dedicated to fabu for her crappy day. Holler if you spot the "To Kill a Mockingbird" reference (it popped into my head and then I had to go look up quotes and cry. Damn, I love that movie. Book too. But Gregory Peck was my movie daddy).


( Low Tide )