MELITA
“Congratulations are in order then,” and she smiled, an effervescent grin, content to know Ludo was amongst the child’s favorites too. “It loves any kind of games too, if you ever get the chance.” Fondly recalling the latest food fight, tilting her head as Paige mentioned the similar accord. “Do you want to play something like that? We can on the way to the market.” Because the sound of pastries and fun combined sounded like a fantastic way to spend the morning.She couldn’t help but laugh at the secret, furtive whisper. “Don’t let Jack hear you say the p-word,” and the honeybee snickered. “He prefers ‘smugglers’.” The former were the ones that seemed to tick the Captain off the most. Perhaps Melita would save the insult for a special occasion.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts