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[peacetalks]

"Pray speak your piece, and I shall return it anon."

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[menphina]

[ He's so precious she feels like melting. Why is he so cute. How does she fall in love even more every single time. ]

You know, some people actually like that? Having someone be mean to them, that is.

[ Pecking his mouth. It is wet, but it is nice wet. ]

Like calling you a "naughty boy".

[peacetalks]

[smiles into the kiss]

And what sort of transgression would I have to commit to earn such a remark, I wonder?

[menphina]

Not go to bed on time or have your meals? Oh, not resting. Only naughty boys don't rest when they ought to. And eating too much birch syrup before having a proper meal.


[ Pretend-pointed look. ]

[peacetalks]

[clears his throat]

I see. I shall keep that in mind.

[menphina]

[ Darling.

She smiles and steals another kiss, before moving to get off of him and extending a hand- ]

Come along Prince of Birch Syrup. It's time to wash your face and freshen you up. 'tis a lovely day, made lovelier with you in it!