TWENTY-SEVEN : For the glory of...
[Olivier has been listening in for a few hours; pretend it's morning. She's answered the door when called to, and despite being CRABBY about not having her stuff, she's remained calm.
She was also assigned to make beet salads for every factory picnic. WHAT.]
Well.
The clothing is certainly an improvement over the dresses in my closet before, and the small living space suits me better.
Would anyone like to donate some beets to the cause of feeding our... glorious workers? Let me know when the factory picnics are and I'll ensure satisfactory delivery of beet salad.
[Anyone knocking on the apartment door shall find her with red-stained hands! Oh, beets. You so crazy. ...Hope y'all like beet salad. Which, in her opinion, is just... potato salad with beets subbed in. Yeah.
BEET TALLY: 27]
She was also assigned to make beet salads for every factory picnic. WHAT.]
Well.
The clothing is certainly an improvement over the dresses in my closet before, and the small living space suits me better.
Would anyone like to donate some beets to the cause of feeding our... glorious workers? Let me know when the factory picnics are and I'll ensure satisfactory delivery of beet salad.
[Anyone knocking on the apartment door shall find her with red-stained hands! Oh, beets. You so crazy. ...Hope y'all like beet salad. Which, in her opinion, is just... potato salad with beets subbed in. Yeah.
BEET TALLY: 27]