It's a gray day in the Hamlin Lake neighborhoods
Coralee is really out of sorts because Hank doesn't want to take her out for Thanksgiving. He'd rather have homemade corn bread.
"Coralee, really, wait for me. I didn't mean it the way you think I did. I just was trying to tell you how much I love your cornbread, but if you want to swim over to the Middle Bayou for escargot, I have no problem with that."
"Hank you handsome devil, you! Let's start now. It's a long paddle."
Meanwhile, under the bridge at Drake and Hettie's digs... "Honestly, Hank and Coralee have gotten quite uppity lately. The snails here are just as lovely."
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