[ Emily gets an eyeful of the most perfectly pearly, blinding white teeth that would've been better off on a suburban housewife than the scarred and tattooed man that greets the door. He's decked out in the most obnoxiously 90's print apron of rainbows and unicorns, dark, gray-streaked hair tied up in a messy bun. ]
Why, that is just the most sweetest and thoughtful thing I've ever seen. [ The man presses a hand to his chest, the brilliant smile on his face somehow lighting up even further. ] You are too kind, Emily.
[ After a beat, he extends his hand in an offer to shake hers, still beaming all the while. ]
I'm Butch. Butch Flowers. If you've got some time, won't you come inside? I've just put together the most amazing apple pie myself and I'd love to share it with some company.
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Why, that is just the most sweetest and thoughtful thing I've ever seen. [ The man presses a hand to his chest, the brilliant smile on his face somehow lighting up even further. ] You are too kind, Emily.
[ After a beat, he extends his hand in an offer to shake hers, still beaming all the while. ]
I'm Butch. Butch Flowers. If you've got some time, won't you come inside? I've just put together the most amazing apple pie myself and I'd love to share it with some company.