My third year attending the UKS panel at Upright Citizen’s Brigade on Thursday was so unfudging believable that when I woke up this morning, at first I thought it had been a dream. If you don’t think these writers and cast actually care, you’d be wrong.
With a content smile on her lips, Emmy leaned back
against her father’s chest. She rested her head against his shoulders, lifting
her hands to frame his face and stroke her fingertips through the short
stubble. Oliver ducked his head a little and winked at her, and Emmy beamed
back at him in response.