Oh, girl, you are sooooo damn good. I love, love, love my medicine here. Really, so them, so wickedly and touchingly them. Huggy's soup, Hutch's reveal, the car keys in the fridge.. and the DIALOGUE!! Hutch got up and came around to Starsky’s chair, leaned down. “I hardly think that you shouting, “Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” qualifies for just an ‘oh, that.’” Seriously, your Hutch is dry, and sarky and sweet and damn near perfect.

And no one writes Huggy as well as you. So it's bliss all round really.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, bachgen. You are a diamond girl.