flora
"Wher'you going?" She wonders a touch whinily as she looks at the drop from the boardwalk to the sound with appropriate skepticism. "Jaaaack. Let's go for a drink." Flora suggests, her words coming out lez go fur a drink. "Who got sick?" She chimes, smooching Seven's head. "Was it you? Nooo, not you! You're too perfect for that." Indulging the cat in more kisses, Flora glances down again wondering if her heels and her dress would allow her to sit on the boardwalk without having to remove her hands from around Seven.
never be so kind
you forget to be clever
you forget to be clever
Code taken from Sky who is utter perfection