happy birthday to you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster The second thing? Oh. Right. Wessex laughs at herself, because it’s such a her thing to ask of another woman. For all that she has the body parts of a lady, she has very little fashion or decorating sense. It’s all utilitarian. Practical. Useful. Why keep stuff around that you’ll just have to clean again and again and again? Or that someone could steal? Which is a very real problem when your locks on the doors aren’t deadbolted. It’s easier to just hide in the woods, have nothing and have a reputation for vicious revenge. “Would you decorate my house? That place I’m working on. It isn’t just for me, and we need a meeting place, somewhere everyone can go if they need to find -” She stops herself. There’s no need to explain why she’s making a government building. That should be fairly evident. “I’m sure you get the picture.” And why Wessex is asking, of course.