Gotcha.

*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

T'isn't like it's another ninety-five prompts.

There is a paper-maker's shop in Venice that sells kites, o damp one, and a train that runs between here and there. :)

. . I could do without having On Broadway stuck in my head.

I see you, too.

Hazel, viens a moi!

dahnte, A'Martaen, not dante.

You looooooooove meeeeee . . .

Probably our fault. The Trickwood Irish started the St. Paddy's day celebration early, wandered back over to my head to pick up the Witches' Horses crew, and appear to be spreading the fun. Radish and I both heard horns (she said party, I heard hunting) at lunch ( Read more... )