Wow. I mean, I'm sitting here stunned. Come home to find the prompt waiting for me, and it's just all shades of perfect. Kincaid's favorite play. The most delicious spot in the story for it. A hundred ways to work it in. Hell, I might use all hundred.

I am positively delirious. Orgasmic with anticipation. Only wish I had more time to work on it this week or that I hadn't already promised myself I'd cut back on word count for this one. *sigh* Oh, well. Nothing's truly perfect... right?