Morty (as he’s taken to being called) needs some restaurant manners training. I got this candid photo of him as he was being hauled out of the dessert case at the best local cafe.
Morty in the dessert case!
Lucky for him, the ladies at Cake fell fast and hard for his charms and didn’t punish him this time. He’s got charisma!
Morty with Deb on the left, Dana on the right.
He’s started bugging me about hair, especially now that Sister Mary Monkeypants has her nun habit. Oi!
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