Mar 30, 2011 23:11
[Sheila's settled at a table at a cafe, a tad bit chilled but happy to enjoy her cup of cappuccino; her look is one of contemplation as she sets it back upon its saucer.]
There must be some among thee who have felt some pain in thy confinement in this world. For those of thee who are of more ancient means...how doth thee learn to fare among ones born thousands of years hence? I am not afraid to speak to them...yet betimes I do find myself at a loss to explain myself.
[Filtered to Danny, probably poorly.]
I have thy trousers fixed. Ye make receive them at the Towers whenever ye see fit.
[/Danny]
!: sheila,
†: glen baskerville