[Callisto snorts, with a definite sardonic twist to the word happy. Together, they get him out the door and onto the stoop, and Callisto slams the door on him. There. Done. Maybe wolves will come and eat him.
(She really, really has no real idea of what's going on here.)
Moving over to the couch with the intention of claiming her coat, she asks over her shoulder:]
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[Callisto snorts, with a definite sardonic twist to the word happy. Together, they get him out the door and onto the stoop, and Callisto slams the door on him. There. Done. Maybe wolves will come and eat him.
(She really, really has no real idea of what's going on here.)
Moving over to the couch with the intention of claiming her coat, she asks over her shoulder:]
So what happened, then?