Pete dropped the lid back on a pot of simmering chili-beef tomato soup and trotted to the door, mentally tallying up everyone who'd already arrived. He was still expecting Viggo and Orlando, and Sean and Karl, who else? He was still mulling over names as he pulled open the door.... and then stood there, gaping.
Well. He hadn't expected him, but he was sure glad to see Craig. "Well, tie me up and call me Shirley, if it isn't the guy that sends makeup artists screaming. Craig. You're back in town? Um.... you didn't just drop by randomly I hope? I don't mean to sound rude, but if you don't know what's going on I need to haul you into the kitchen, stuff you with soup and give you the quick and dirty catch up talk." Pete abruptly stepped back to allow room at the door, suddenly realizing he'd been standing there blocking poor Craig's entrance during that entire blather.
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Date: 2006-12-19 12:47 am (UTC)Well. He hadn't expected him, but he was sure glad to see Craig. "Well, tie me up and call me Shirley, if it isn't the guy that sends makeup artists screaming. Craig. You're back in town? Um.... you didn't just drop by randomly I hope? I don't mean to sound rude, but if you don't know what's going on I need to haul you into the kitchen, stuff you with soup and give you the quick and dirty catch up talk." Pete abruptly stepped back to allow room at the door, suddenly realizing he'd been standing there blocking poor Craig's entrance during that entire blather.