Hav, it’s not like I can miss it, it’s in my fucking house. I don’t think Mother and Father would approve of your recreational drinking. Or mine for that matter.
And you would make a fabulous Titania, sweet sister. I think I can coerce Hodge into being your Puck. I think I, however, will stick to my classic Lysander.
I don’t believe Mother and Father would approve of your recreational growhouse either. Mutually assured destruction, brother. Also, I enjoy testing the product.
If you were Oberon, he could be your Puck, as well.
We’ll ignore any potential incestuous situations. They do not exist in our play. All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.Well, who doesn’t? The good thing about being a bachelor is that you can have a pot garden in your backyard and no one cares.
Yeah, but I’m not a dick. Plus, ordering Hodge around isn’t my style…
Haven, I swear to god if you try and come onto me while we’re drunk, I will slap you. Remember your eighteenth birthday party? I dumped a drink on you when you tried to kiss me. YOU HAVE LITERALLY NO BOUNDARIES WHEN YOU ARE DRUNK.
I care when you don’t share.
Ordering Hodge around is my style. By the Angel, Tris. That was one time! ONE TIME. I have boundaries. You just have no sense of humor.
