Pete grinned before making his way over to the Thunderbird, running his hand over the hood lightly. "They're my babies. My wife says I take better care of them than I do her, but her collection of little blue boxes tends to say otherwise."
"Miranda's laid claim to the Falcon," Mitch said with a smirk, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Not that she's actually going to get it anytime soon, but she likes to think it's hers."
"Speaking of, my niece may pop down here to bug you on occasion if she gets bored," Pete sighed. "Don't -- indulge -- her too much. And if you do -- keep it off the cars."
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Date: 2009-03-18 04:43 pm (UTC)"Miranda's laid claim to the Falcon," Mitch said with a smirk, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Not that she's actually going to get it anytime soon, but she likes to think it's hers."
"Speaking of, my niece may pop down here to bug you on occasion if she gets bored," Pete sighed. "Don't -- indulge -- her too much. And if you do -- keep it off the cars."