A/N: Peanut butter & fluff sandwiches are superior to strawberries.
Disclaimer: I've come to realize that if I indeed owned Rizzoli & Isles, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, but actual canon. o.O This would suck, as I love writing fanfiction and my canon writing would be dumped instantaneously. So, in your face TNT and others. Suckahs.
The Things I Do For You -
"I can't believe we're doing this," Jane complained as she took the knife in her hand and smudged some peanut butter onto a triangular slice of bread.
She handed the slice to Maura, who deftly slapped on some marshmallow fluff and sandwiched it between another piece of bread.
"He'll love it," she countered.
"Yes, turtles just crave peanut butter and fluff sandwiches twenty-four seven."
"Tortoise," Maura corrected. "And how would you know?"
"How would you know?" Jane cocked her eyebrow, passing her the final peanut butter-covered slice. Finally, they were all finished.
Maura scoffed, "I just feel that Bass needs to…broaden his sense of appetite. He's becoming tired of the strawberries, anyways."
"And you think all of this," Jane gestured to the huge platter, stacked high with what used to be her ma's favorite lunch treat, "will," she air-quoted, "broaden his sense of appetite?"
She looked up at Rizzoli, and shot her the infamous Isles' ear-to-ear grin, "Yes. Yes, I do." Delicately, Maura placed the last finger snack on the top of their little sandwich pyramid. She took a moment to admire their work.
Jane groaned as she leaned against Maura's kitchen island, "The things I do for you…"
Not my best. I realized that I have started each drabble with Jane saying something. Has anyone else noticed this?