There is nothing in the world more endearing than an umbrella with hope. I mean, let's just think about the transcendant power of this story . . . no, wait, let's just think about a notebook and and umbrella cuddling together in a big black car. *sigh* This is the best gift ever conceived, and I thank you so much! the slutty pens! I will never use a ballpoint again. Only pencils from now on. I am now imagining the umbrella comforting the injured notebook--smudged, page torn out (Mycroft, what is your problem?) And now there is a lot of crumpling of pages, swishing of fabric, and erotic activity as well. Wheeee! Hope and Romance are in the air--all is well with the world now that they're together . . . <3 <3 <3 <3
*glomps and Christmas kisses*