TRIBBLE: .*Happy was.* Kuntel: No, no I don't think so. *He smiles apologetically.* *** *Ragnar bursts awake, eyes wide and angry, ready to use the bottle as a weapon.*
*Kuntel looks over at Fiona, frowning. He picks up Baby Ezri and TRIBBLE and walks over. * Kuntel: Hi Fiona. Say hello, guys. *He has Baby TRIBBLE wave.* TRIBBLE: Wah? *** *Ragnar sleeps lightly om the couch, bottle in one hand, box of chocolates in another, and the two girls on top of him.*
*He smiles.* Ragnar: Well, why don't you have some dear? Just so you know... I think we ran out towels... *He smiles at Ashley as he reaches for Ellvat's bra.*
Ragnar: Fine... *He sighs.* Ragnar: We can start limiting ourselves next week. Only once can we do it next week, b,is what I mean. *He smiles diabolically.* Ragnar: Now... where's that chocolate?
Ragnar: Well, I'm not exactly the definition of 'rested', either. *He smiles jokingly at her, then brings them both some water. He gets himself a glass. He sits down, his boxers still ineffective.*
*Ragnar sketches it happily from the other side of the couch, sitting with his legs folded, hoping that that might relieve some of the tightness from his pants.*
Ragnar: Oh, you didn't need that... though, tell Mega that if he wants to see that chocolate in action, he has to tune in next week. *He smiles suggestively.* *** Kuntel: Oh, we're doing that now? Cool.