WIPVEMBER: The One Where I'm Almost Out Of WIPs So : comments.
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"I'm across the table from you, Daniel, you don't have to yell," Steve mimes cleaning his ear out.
"I'm going to ask you a simple question." Danny puts down his knife and fork. Steve feels the beginnings of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.
"Did you glaze the turkey... with pineapple juice?" Danny demands.
Steve grins.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Danno."
Danny laughs and swears at the same time.
UGH ONLY FOR YOU MAN