[And here was Max ready to be satisfied with some vague dismissal about how they make enough money to afford Max being cheap, maybe deflect to his own major award incomes. He is a millionaire on his own publications right now, after all. By the time Ash's finished, Max looks like he might just want to take Ash over the table, arm gripping around him gloatingly.
HA! He had the hot trophy husband, and he even liked his blue collar manliness.]
Well that's a big change! Last time we all had Thanksgiving together, I remember your old man complaining how much money you sank into beaters like repair attempts were lotto tickets!
[Max isn't paying attention, he's got an Ash to have an arm around. Some annoying buzzing guy is saying something, but he has an Ash.]
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HA! He had the hot trophy husband, and he even liked his blue collar manliness.]
Well that's a big change! Last time we all had Thanksgiving together, I remember your old man complaining how much money you sank into beaters like repair attempts were lotto tickets!
[Max isn't paying attention, he's got an Ash to have an arm around. Some annoying buzzing guy is saying something, but he has an Ash.]