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[servatio]

Continuing on with the hi interns and welcome! For those of you going into the preservationist or wrangler tracks (or you just like fun!), I host trivia nights at the pub every week. Usually I have a list of prepared topics to give people a fighting chance, but I thought it would be fun to open it up to see what you all would like to be quizzed on this week! We're doing it jeopardy style (for my 🕰️👶🏼, here's a clip!), and the one topic I have for us this week is Taylor Swift lyrics in honor of her getting her masters!

We need 4 more categories, so let's go!

GIRL SQUAD

Okay. I have a blind date(??) tonight. What do I wear? I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard because this is really just a casual thing? But I also don't want him to think that I'm not trying, so I'm kind of in a bind.

Also, kind of surprised because I lowkey thought that he and Jack were a thing? Or him and Emmett. Do you think their cruisers? Because I'm not not willing to try that.

Oh. It's Benny, by the way.

Comments

[boucle]

Why, are you thinking about getting into songwriting?

[craquelure]

I could accomplish so much with the extra time.

[boucle]

What would you do first?

[craquelure]

Forcing some order into the way Callahan and Whitaker handle reports once and for all. I'll strap them to chairs until the protocol's drilled into their heads if I have to.

[holdshorses]

Pass on the lobotomy.

[craquelure]

The lobotomy's what we're trying to reverse, Mr. Whitaker.

[holdshorses]

How young do you think I am?

[craquelure]

Your penmanship would indicate 8 years old, perhaps a delayed 9.

[holdshorses]

Not much use for fancy penmanship in my time.

[craquelure]

You're closing in on a decade in the 21st century. That excuse hasn't worked since Hot Girl Summers were established. [...] Which was in 2019.

[holdshorses]

Someone has to keep you on your toes, pal.

[craquelure]

And what compelled you to volunteer.

[holdshorses]

Doing it from the goodness of my heart.

[craquelure]

Generous.

[holdshorses]

I’m a giver, what can I say?

[craquelure]

While irrelevant, I suppose I should nonetheless wish you a Happy Pride month.

[holdshorses]

Talk about a sudden fork in the trail.

[craquelure]

I'm sure you'll find a way to continue putting one foot in front of the other after this earth-shattering revelation, Mr. Whitaker.

[holdshorses]

Flattered, but you’re just not my type, Seb.

[craquelure]

Don't worry. It's mutual.

[holdshorses]

Didn’t even cross my non-lobotomized brain to worry.

[craquelure]

I wasn't going to lobotomize you, at least not as the first step. I would merely educate.

[holdshorses]

And hog tie me to the chair. Didn’t know roping was part of your repertoire.

[craquelure]

Fixing your paperwork doesn't leave very much time for other pursuits, and yet, I find ways to make it work.

[holdshorses]

Yeehaw, Seb.