Ragnar: Alright.... *He gets in the pilot's chair and pilots them into the Lexington. He also rubs his hands together expectantly.* OOC: They're both going to suck, aren't they?
Ragnar: I guess... *He frowns and shrugs.* Ragnar: How about... Froki? No... Alex! No... uhm, Dave? *He shakes his head.* Ragnar: No, I got nothing. ***
Ragnar: I do too... *He kisses them.* Ragnar: And maybe we shouldn't, oh, I don't know, f*ck each other to the brink of death? I mean, I didn't even wake up when they took me last night! *** Kuntel: Have I ever told you, that your hand tashte like shunshine?
Kuntel: Everthingsh better wish you... *He takes her hand gently.* *** Ragnar: No... I just... don't think we should do that whole 'drinking' thing again...
Ragnar: It's just new father worry... I mean, we aren't even married, and you're already pregnant... and... *He sighs and kisses them.* Ragnar: I just love you both so much....
*TRIBBLE sighs happily and falls asleep soon after. Kuntel walks in, a little tipsy.* *** Ragnar: Do you want anything to eat or drink? *He is obviously worrying over them.*