"One hairdresser does not an olive branch make" -Archduke Alonzo
Levison wraps his arms around you uninvitedly.
You widen your round pale blue eyes owlishly.
You stare at Persephone alarmedly.
Levison lifts you onto his right shoulder, "You are adopted."
You meep followingly.
Persephone smirks at Levison's words helplessly.
Persephone laments to you, "I might be jealous."
You call uselessly, "Pineapple!"
I died at these <.< And all the pieces in between and after
Levison nods to the Piazza Vecchia fountain, "You there are a mystery book, yes."
You doubt Levison, "I think I am pretty open?"
You suggest to Levison instead, "Romance or adventure? Intrigue ?"
Levison lists to you kindly, "I do not understand romance. I do not want to adventure your body and nor am I intruiged by you."
You stare at Levison flatly.
You dust your cheeks rosily, "I wont be offended by any of that
You doubt your words
Lord Trevyn laughs helplessly.
Lord Trevyn grins at Levison, "I do hope that was not intended as insult...but as a high compliment."
Lord Trevyn says, "A compliment to her fidelity and your respect thereof...."
Lord Trevyn grins at Levison, "Otherwise, you just told her that she is unattractive, uninteresting, and simply just troulesome."
Levison agrees with you, "You do."
Lord Trevyn considers you then, "No...definitely not peanuts...they are more canteloupe shaped."
Levison sagely expresses to you, "This is why we insist you eat more meat."You drag your warmhearted gaze to your stomach, "To...get rid of my cookie jar?"
Lord Trevyn says, "You are now dubbed Peanut from hence forth, by decree of a German Baron."
Your bandaged left wrist has been bandaged with Maena.
*More About Wood*
Lord Trevyn cuts a roasted honey-glazed slice of turkey turkey breast from a roasted honey-glazed turkey turkey breast.
OOC -- Lord Trevyn says, "rofl...slice breast....must choose margrat's breast, isabelle's breast or turnky breast"
OOC -- Lord Trevyn says, "had I said first breast...I would have slice margrat's breast...mmmmm tasty."