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[Drake had just managed to put the water on for coffee when the triple threat of doorbell, knock, and awful nickname occurred. He cringed sufficiently more with each sound, until his head was almost burrowed down into the fuzzy collar of his robe, and he cast a longing glance at the couch. he'd hoped the rain would have driven Fenton back to Duckburg, especially with Launchpad and Gosalyn delayed, but there was nothing for it now, was there? it was a dumb thing, wishing him to go out in the same conditions that were keeping his family away in Spoonerville. with a sigh, he rolled the kinks out of his neck and pushed through the swinging doors into the entryway to let Fenton in.]

Do'd led be breathe on you, I'b cobing down wid somefig.