seventeen

[lionesssejant]

No home should smell of onions down and upstairs. It's far too cold to open windows. There must be more candles in the house. Who's idea was this? Edmund, I have a sneaking suspicion that would be you. We have to fix this

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[wintersking]

I opened enough windows!

[lionesssejant]

We'll get cold.

[wintersking]

Only in my room, and I don't mind the cold.

[lionesssejant]

What about the smell? I think that candles could help.

[treadingdawn]

It certainly was not mine.

[lionesssejant]

I'm glad. Does the smell bother you?

[treadingdawn]

It served its purpose, I think the end justified the means.

[lionesssejant]

Yes, you're very right. Smelly ends.

[reginagloriae]

Onions are an easy way to complete the decree. Can you blame him?

[lionesssejant]

That is a clever solution, I agree. I think that there should have been some thought to what the onions do after fulfilling the task.

[reginagloriae]

Huh. Miso soup? Or any onion soup you made in your home?

[lionesssejant]

Edmund made some sort of concoction. Maybe that is why it is so powerful. A soup wouldn't be so...potent.

[compliantly]

Some ground effelwort should clear the smell up in a bit.

[lionesssejant]

Effelwort? I've never heard of that. But thank you. I'll give it a try.

[compliantly]

I might not exist here, now that I think about it.

[lionesssejant]

Oh. I wouldn't have known. Thank you for the suggestion anyway.

I'm Susan. Where are you from?

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[sulky_skullkey]

Uh...? Just girls...? Huh... I wonder why...

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[lionesssejant]

I'm a girl. Claire is too. I think that we should have more in common. Boys are hard to get along with. Boys that aren't my brothers I mean.

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[sulky_skullkey]

Huh...

Paracelsus and I get along~...

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[lionesssejant]

Then you're very lucky.