Isabelle ♦ 005

[nolessthanseven]

Who Isabelle and somarium
Where A field in Espoir filled with leaves. So many leaves.
Style First.
Status Open!

[Isabelle had spent the last couple hours cooking. A true tragedy, as far as things go. Nothing was going to keep her from serving something - faery broth made with tomatoes, artichokes, and peppercorns was the dud du jour - to the guest of the

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[gemofshanghai]

[Poor Jem. He hasn't been thoroughly introduced to Isabelle's cooking]

Good afternoon.

[nolessthanseven]

[he'll get this opportunity. Opportunity of a lifetime. Assuming he survives.]

Hey. You found us alright?

[gemofshanghai]

Perfectly.

I haven't missed much, I hope.

[nolessthanseven]

Not at all. I just got here.

Did you bring anything, or just yourself?

[gemofshanghai]

[Removes a bottle of wine from inside his coat]

I wasn't really sure what was appropriate for a picnic.

[nolessthanseven]

Nah, that's perfect. I've only got plastic cups, though. Talk about class. [she laughs]

There was no way I'd be able to take glass out here.