It only makes sense, really. If your shirts are mine, then it only stands to reason that what's inside them is mine, too.
[Spoilers: what's inside them is Dave. Dave is hers. Dave, smiling, unwinding, finding solace right along with her on a night that had started out so difficult and lonely for the both of them.
Step by step, she dances and sways them back to the couch and their coffee table, where by now the marshmallows have probably melted into sticky foam and the cocoa has cooled to a pleasant drinking temperature; the proper positioning for a reading would have the two of them on opposite sides of the table, facing each other, but they'll just have to do a variation on that theme because there's still no way she's letting him go, much less having any intention of trying to escape from his arms.]
...When you draw the cards, for the spread, you'll need to hold a question in your mind. Something you — we, really — wish to have answered. Do you have some thought of what that will be...?
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[Spoilers: what's inside them is Dave. Dave is hers. Dave, smiling, unwinding, finding solace right along with her on a night that had started out so difficult and lonely for the both of them.
Step by step, she dances and sways them back to the couch and their coffee table, where by now the marshmallows have probably melted into sticky foam and the cocoa has cooled to a pleasant drinking temperature; the proper positioning for a reading would have the two of them on opposite sides of the table, facing each other, but they'll just have to do a variation on that theme because there's still no way she's letting him go, much less having any intention of trying to escape from his arms.]
...When you draw the cards, for the spread, you'll need to hold a question in your mind. Something you — we, really — wish to have answered. Do you have some thought of what that will be...?