Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
It takes a moment for the joke to settle, but once it does, Cordelia can't help the peals of laughter that come from her. She grins wickedly his way, much like the cat who caught the canary, but her grin fades as her eyes widen instead. "No no no! Absolutely not! Tal I swear-" Thankfully luck and dice was on her side. The Shrike ducks out of the way as he attempts to drench her with the ewer of water. Instead it goes across the floor and counter, creating ever more of a mess of the already messy kitchen and she blinks in the aftermath of it all.
"Alright, alright, truce." Cordelia huffs, reaching for a dish towel to wipe butter from her face. "Let's get cleaned up and then we can finish these." She tosses him a spare cloth so he can start on his side while she works on hers.
"Alright, alright, truce." Cordelia huffs, reaching for a dish towel to wipe butter from her face. "Let's get cleaned up and then we can finish these." She tosses him a spare cloth so he can start on his side while she works on hers.
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
