[Poland is sitting in the broad, stone sill of a window in his and Liet's room, wearing a long, brown kirtle over a robin's egg blue chemise, with a little white half-apron tied in front. Cute, peasant-y, and modest, in a nutshell.]So is it like, just me, or does this weather make anyone else wanna be out in the fields? It's weird to the max, like
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That rocks.
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I just feel like having mulled wine. Y'know, warmed up and spiced? 'Cause it feels like that time of year to me.
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With spice?
I don't get it. Why would you do that?
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[Although by now, he's pretty much heard that everything here is dangerous in one way or another.]
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Whatever. I've like, never gotten hurt out there before!
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[He has no idea if anything he's heard is really true, since he's perfectly content to never tempt fate.]
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Well. Since it was us it could have only been something spectacular. If only that narrowed it down any...
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Tch'yeah, for sure. Like, maybe... ummm, I dunno. Like, a fashion show? I don't think that was it, though...
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I don't think it was either, but there's never anything wrong with a fashion show. Maybe we were going to do makeovers? That doesn't sound quite right either...
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