George sighs as he cooks dinner. It's the third night in a row that Angelina has been over. He appreciates what she's doing for him, but honestly, it's starting to annoy him just a bit. He's grateful though. He'd be in the gutter otherwise.
"George!" Angelina suddenly cries from the living room. He would be worried if it weren't for the joyous sound in her voice. "I have a surprise for you!"
"What is it?" he inquires as she enters the room.
"Wait for it," she answers, digging through her purse. Then she pulls out a letter and waves it in his face. "I'm officially one of the Harpies!"
George smiles brightly at her before sweeping her into a tight hug. "That's wonderful, Angie. I'm so proud of you!"
"Thanks," she says, pulling back to look at his face. "I'm just a reserve, but I might not be here everyday."
"That's ok," he tells her. "I can manage on my own."