ISLA
"Extravagant," she confirms with a smirk, tailing after him and absently reaching up with her towel to rub at Sunjata's hair, wondering quite how he manages to take care of himself. Only to see the state of the kitchen, it becomes less amusing; as it turns out, he isn't managing all that well. "Not home much?" She asks casually, tilting her head at the jerky and the empty icebox, meanwhile drifting over to the shelf of teas.
"No bread or butter, but you've got quite a selection here," she teases with a raise of her eyebrows, reaching up to take down a black, spiced tea to hold out for him. "I think I'll just about be able to smell this one, if I'm lucky. It has cloves and nutmeg, and cinnamon. Is that alright?"
"No bread or butter, but you've got quite a selection here," she teases with a raise of her eyebrows, reaching up to take down a black, spiced tea to hold out for him. "I think I'll just about be able to smell this one, if I'm lucky. It has cloves and nutmeg, and cinnamon. Is that alright?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
