[ She reaches around, looking for more of the flask of the sugar water - tasted like it, over the last thing she'd drunk. Sweet as fire, far, far better than the beer everyone drank over catching cholera.
Sips it deeply, pressing the back of her wrist to her mouth as she muffles laughter into her skin. ]
Of course you do not, you are a Lord. I would trust you with my life, but not with my ghee.
[ Says it simple, one plus one equals men are useless in kitchens. ]
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Sips it deeply, pressing the back of her wrist to her mouth as she muffles laughter into her skin. ]
Of course you do not, you are a Lord. I would trust you with my life, but not with my ghee.
[ Says it simple, one plus one equals men are useless in kitchens. ]