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Paxton:Mmhmm. And how's work?
Grizzly:My 9am ran twenty minutes over and now my 10am is giving me a look.
Paxton:What kind of look? Do I need to come up there?
Grizzly:You better not, Daddy. The guy is just hungry for money. I’m gonna have to let him go.
Paxton:Devastating. I'm so sorry for your loss.
Grizzly:Your sarcasm is not needed.How's practice?
Paxton:Hot. Coach has us doing conditioning drills in this heat like it's personally funny to him. Or maybe someone pissed him off and this is punishment. I don’t really know.
Grizzly:It probably is. The amused one. It seems like a thing he’d do.
Paxton:Yeah, fair. The guys are good though. Starting to feel like a real team.
Grizzly:That's exciting, Daddy.
Paxton:It really is. Speaking of which…are you drinking water?
Grizzly:I have a juice. Cheyenne gave it to me.
Paxton:Grizzly. *frowning face*
Grizzly:I also have a water bottle on the desk. It's right there. Watching me.
Paxton:It does no good watching you, baby. You need to drink it.
Grizzly:Yes, Daddy
Paxton:That's my good boy.
Grizzly:You can't say that. Now I'm hard!
Paxton:Are you sure? Maybe you should send me a picture so we can be sure? Second opinions are a common thing.
Grizzly:I will absolutely not be doing that.
Paxton:Worth a shot. What time do you think you'll be done?
Grizzly:Honestly? No idea. I have back-to-back meetings until three and then I'm supposed to review a contract. I might push that to tomorrow. Why?
Paxton:Push it. I'll make dinner for us. You need to relax after a day like this. And I miss my boy.
Grizzly:You don't have to do that.
Paxton:I know I don't have to. I want to, baby.
Grizzly:…
Grizzly:What are you making?
Paxton:I was thinking pasta. Nothing complicated. Unless you want me to do something with bagels.
Grizzly:Are you suggesting a bagel dinner? Like pasta bagels?
Paxton:I could probably make that work actually.
