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[dark_peredhel]

*wakes up and decides the cot feels decidedly cramped*

*climbs out of it*

*toddles off to see if anyone's about, since no-one answers her calls as usual*

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[lalaith_]

::looks over from a book::

::admires you like a proud aunt:: :D

::worries about you getting any germs:: :X

[dark_peredhel]

*doesn't appreciate the smell of desinfectant*

*goes up to your room, unerringly selects the most expensive perfume bottle and sprays the balrog with it* :)

[caranthire]

*laughs*

Well. Nobody can say you don't have exquisite taste.

[dark_peredhel]

'lrog smell nice now. *firm nod*

[caranthire]

Smells like Nana now. :P

[dark_peredhel]

*sprays herself, too* An' Miri!

[caranthire]

*laughs*

Well. Now you smell like royalty. :P

[dark_peredhel]

:D

[lalaith_]

::hopes she won't get an sickness due to germs now:: >.>

[caranthire]

*sincerely doubts it*

[lalaith_]

::will cry if Miril gets sick ;_; ::

[caranthire]

*yes, but if you keep her in a sterile environment she'll NEVER develop a proper immune system*

*plus she's peredhel and her father's been technically classed as an immortal now for marrying me so isn't TOO worried about that whole aspect*

[lalaith_]

::hmMmMm...kinda makes sense::

[caranthire]

*can point you towards books to back it up*

[lalaith_]

::that'll be helpful but she has a phobia, you see::

[caranthire]

*gathered that*