"sandwich" it's named after an earl in england, apparently. that's another country than the one i'm from. i like elderberry pie best, but peace is a close second.
Ugh. In my experience, Earls are the worst of all nobility. Insufferable pompous windbags No wonder one named a food after himself I am rolling my eyes with great hardness
I do not know elderberry Please show me this berry when we go out. I shall learn its flavour and marry it well with other ingredients
I shall meet you soon then. I am exciting, to window shop
Just as planned, Peace finished up working on Javert's ledgers and closed up the office, slipping the key in her coat. It felt like a waste to unpick the shoulder stitches, but it was what it was. She needed to get her stones through.
She looked around for Souma, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited. He should be here any minute now, right?
"My lady." Souma's low-ass rumbly voice sounded from behind, uncomfortably close because he had no sense of the right way to do personal space in modern western culture. He was standing there, dressed in a black kimono and straw sandals, and holding Peace's parasol above his head as if it was completely normal for him. His drawstring money-pouch hung from his obi, and his swords as well.
In his hand was a small bouquet of pink and purple lupines, tied with a bright rose ribbon. This he held out to Peace with a courtly bow, hand to his chest.
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i like elderberry pie best, but peace is a close second.
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No wonder one named a food after himself
I am rolling my eyes with great hardness
I do not know elderberry
Please show me this berry when we go out. I shall learn its flavour and marry it well with other ingredients
I shall meet you soon then. I am exciting, to window shop
[ooc: Shall we action? it will be zany]
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She looked around for Souma, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited. He should be here any minute now, right?
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In his hand was a small bouquet of pink and purple lupines, tied with a bright rose ribbon. This he held out to Peace with a courtly bow, hand to his chest.