Oh, uh, right. Your husband. [ Ray laughs, a bit of a nervous edge to it. In an oh, you sort of tone: ] You two sure are unconventional, I dunno how you get away with it. I mean, your marriage can't actually be...
[ It's said in that well-intentioned-(maybe)-but-concerned-politeness gossipy Southern housewife kind of way, a little hushed, fascinated and conflicted. The brownies go into the oven and then Ray swans over with tea cups and kettle anyway, pouring one for Crowley, then himself.
He stage-whispers: ]
Legal, can it? [ He looks concerned for a moment, genuinely, then sips his tea. ] Oh! Did you two get my present? How did you like it?
cw the world's most bizarre internalized homophobia?? I guess...
[ It's said in that well-intentioned-(maybe)-but-concerned-politeness gossipy Southern housewife kind of way, a little hushed, fascinated and conflicted. The brownies go into the oven and then Ray swans over with tea cups and kettle anyway, pouring one for Crowley, then himself.
He stage-whispers: ]
Legal, can it? [ He looks concerned for a moment, genuinely, then sips his tea. ] Oh! Did you two get my present? How did you like it?