Okay, I’m going to resist the urge to say that I can see the barest hint of a smile forming on Bets’ face in the last panel.
Nor will I grouse over the fact that it appears that she’s grasping the handle of the teapot in preparation to pour tea.
Now assuming Bets doesn’t pour that hot tea all over Gunther’s head, while “Singing I’m a little teapot,” it appears likely that We’re in for a “Cliff-hanger Saturday” tomorrow. And We won’t hear Bets’ bullsh*t explanation of why she bolted until next week.
Maybe.
But there’s good news.
1) Gunther is already sitting in preparation for the inevitable bad news.
2) And this time, there’s no way Bets can leave Gunther stranded.
OTOH, Second Degree Burns are entirely another matter……, :)
Okay, I’m going to resist the urge to say that I can see the barest hint of a smile forming on Bets’ face in the last panel.
Nor will I grouse over the fact that it appears that she’s grasping the handle of the teapot in preparation to pour tea.
Now assuming Bets doesn’t pour that hot tea all over Gunther’s head, while “Singing I’m a little teapot,” it appears likely that We’re in for a “Cliff-hanger Saturday” tomorrow. And We won’t hear Bets’ bullsh*t explanation of why she bolted until next week.
Maybe.
But there’s good news.
1) Gunther is already sitting in preparation for the inevitable bad news.
2) And this time, there’s no way Bets can leave Gunther stranded.
OTOH, Second Degree Burns are entirely another matter……, :)