“Soooo . . . I see you two showed up on my day. ” The tall, dark and toothsome knight gave a disdainful sniff of his rather magnificent aquiline nose and folded his arms across his chest as he smirked at his companions. (He was as magnificent a Smirker as he was a first-class Sniffer and Smoulderer.)
The soldier, who was rocking a scarf like nobody’s business, shot him a cool, measured glance and folded HIS arms, their very impressive biceps rippling beneath his desert gear. “Yeah . . . seems the Yanks are finally going to get to meet me . . .”
“Although audiences around the world are eagerly anticipating MY arrival–and some have already seen me via this digital download apparatus,” rumbled the dwarf in a majestic manner, somehow making himself look taller–even if he was a foot shorter than the other two blokes. He slipped off his kingly coat, and showed off his own impressive biceps. The three men eyed each other. Was it her imagination, or was that the distinctive odor of testosterone in the air?
The blonde woman sighed. “Now, lads, there’s room for all of you. You are all much loved, adored AND lusted after. Happy Guyday Friday, Happy premiere of Strike Back: Origins tonight and hooray for the Extended Edition of The Hobbit! There are chocolate chip fudge brownies and a big bag of cheese curls in the kitchen and a gallon of Blue Bell in the freezer.”
“I’ve got first dibs on the brownies . . .” Guy said in his chocolate-laden baritone.
“All yours, milord. I’ll take the cheese curls,” Porter drawled, his crystalline green eyes glinting.
Thorin flicked back his luxurious mane. “Blue Bell being the king of ice creams makes it the perfect choice for me . . .”
Ladywriter wondered how long it would take before they got into a squabble over the satellite remote control.
Never a dull moment when the ChaRActers took over the house . . .
And she wouldn’t have changed a thing!