Buffy: Do you have weekends off? I want to visit soon. I need a muse. If I don’t get these revisions finished by my birthday, I’m cutting off my ear.
Flynn: Yes! Every weekend off, and after the first week of May I’m free and easy, baby. PLEASE COME. Together we will find the cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler.
Buffy: Can we really find the cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler?
Flynn: We can! And her brother will give us a tour for five bucks.
Buffy: This is why I love you. And your awesome taste in footwear.
(P.S. I stole these photos from a Man Named Max. He does clever things with microphones.)
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