Ducks: Queen of Frickin' Everything

So long since I've read anything brand new of yours, but the spark is still there. You must have had trapped wind if this sploded out of you like Athene fully formed from Zeus's head. (I thought that was a better analogy than the Alien thing that first popped into my head).

I enjoyed the writing if not the situation our poor woobies are in and how ironic to keep up a brave face by talking about being scared and how typical that Buffy is scared of socks. How would she cope with Baby's socks of choice?