*enters, looking rather grumpy*

Hello. I'm Lise, former wife of that worthless Ragueneau and a baker by trade, or at least I was. Then a musketeer's lover, though God knows where he's gone.

In any case, charmed, I'm sure, if you've met Rageuneau, don't expect to get sweets for free from me.

Typist: THIS IS ALL FISH, NOODLE, AND SQUISHY'S ( Read more... )

Hungry poets, come to me! You sons and daughters of verse and famine, let me feed you, and read you your lyrical lyrics to me!

I've got sonnets in pastry and poems on souffle, and I'm more than willing to share--in fact, my friends, that's all I want to do.

So come, come, and have something to eat while you write!

Typist: Ragueneau, from Cyrano ( Read more... )