the Dalaverse

My dad is just...awesome. So awesome. Conversation:

Dala: Hey, are you making yourself a salad for lunch tomorrow?
Dad: I'm making a peanut butter sandwich.
Dala: Could you make me one too, please? I can't eat fast food every day like this.
Dad: Crunchy or smooth?
Dala: Smooth. The Skippy I brought back from school.
Dad: You want an apple to go with it?
Dala: Sure.
Dad: How about some of my fruit? I've got pineapples and raisins.
Dala: No, that's okay.
Dad: Animal crackers?
Dala: No, it's okay.
Dad: You want me to put it in a bag, leave it out for you?
Dala: No, you can just leave it in the fridge, I don't work till 3:00.

(half an hour later)
Dad (yelling down from kitchen): You want some cut-up carrots and celery?
Dala: No thanks, Daddy, the sandwich is okay.
Dad: I put out an apple, too.
Dala: Thank you.

Really. Sometimes life is...it could be so much worse. I'm not one of those people who says that all the time, but it could. What did I do to deserve this?

*blink* So inarticulate tonight. I meant to get some writing done, but I'm thinking better not. Next on the plate is the empath!Norrington fic that hannahrorlove implanted in my brain. Jameswank! Then a bunny from the Kiltverse that hit me dead on this morning, then once I've gotten all that out of my system, back to the no-longer-mids-no-long-OT3.

Speaking of the Kiltverse bunny, and because I'm bored, a poll and a question, if you will.

[Poll #492228]

I was too young when all these decade classics were made to really remember the experience of them, so maybe y'all can come up with a better choice.

And the question: anybody know an expensive or high-end brand of lube? Something Jack would have barrels of. Not literally, obviously. That would be awkward.