“ here you go, your favorite snack — picked up a few on my way over ”
*! dominic clenches the bag of jolly ranchers in his hand. he’s grinning ( what else is new ? ) and he places the other hand over his chest. “marls....” he drifts off, shaking his head in disbelief. “the patron saint of the malnati. what did i do to deserve you?” he carefully opens the package, reaching in to find a green one. he pops it in his mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds before offering the bag to her. “d’ya want one? the green ones are my favorite. superior if you ask me.”
















