[ you can find a lot of stuff if you're willing to bribe the right people and creature equivalents to people, you know?
a wicker picnic basket turns up on the Fontaine household's doorstep somewhere in the wee hours of the 21st; don't sic your dog on the moogles, they're only doing what they were paid to do with apple hooch. the inside of the basket is a homesteader's wet dream--several jars of fruit jams, jellies, and preserves, several more jars of pickled vegetables, a half carton of eggs, a couple of bunches of dried herbs, and a whole apple pie with a fancy little lattice on the top are fighting for their lives for space. whoever packed this wouldn't last the winter at Target.
the card on the top is a different story, though; the penmanship is impeccable, like. you could call on a lady with this card, that bitch belongs in a regency museum. somebody made eyes at their boss to use his dip pens, because of course a certain Sparda has dip pens--what erratic rich man doesn't have dip pens? the card reads: ]
Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join.
A friend of mine says there's a Blake verse for every occasion, and while that's usually just his pretentiousness talking, it probably applies here. Thank you for knocking a few things into perspective for Needlenoggin. He wouldn't have gotten there in my lifetime without the change of view.
I hope your endeavors of the heart are just as kind and fruitful.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood
By the way, the boss suggests hydrangeas for togetherness, freesias for loyalty and friendship, delphinium for chasing dreams, and larkspur for love.
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in the wee hours of February 21st
a wicker picnic basket turns up on the Fontaine household's doorstep somewhere in the wee hours of the 21st; don't sic your dog on the moogles, they're only doing what they were paid to do with apple hooch. the inside of the basket is a homesteader's wet dream--several jars of fruit jams, jellies, and preserves, several more jars of pickled vegetables, a half carton of eggs, a couple of bunches of dried herbs, and a whole apple pie with a fancy little lattice on the top are fighting for their lives for space. whoever packed this wouldn't last the winter at Target.
the card on the top is a different story, though; the penmanship is impeccable, like. you could call on a lady with this card, that bitch belongs in a regency museum. somebody made eyes at their boss to use his dip pens, because of course a certain Sparda has dip pens--what erratic rich man doesn't have dip pens? the card reads: ]
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
A friend of mine says there's a Blake verse for every occasion, and while that's usually just his pretentiousness talking, it probably applies here. Thank you for knocking a few things into perspective for Needlenoggin. He wouldn't have gotten there in my lifetime without the change of view.
I hope your endeavors of the heart are just as kind and fruitful.
Nicholas D. Wolfwood
By the way, the boss suggests hydrangeas for togetherness, freesias for loyalty and friendship, delphinium for chasing dreams, and larkspur for love.