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[wrong_lever]

No miserable change ups in sight, so for now let say I'm in a rare pleasant mood!

Who's up for a lovely cup of chicha under the rose pergolas?

....Kronk, you bring the bocaditos, and a dessert.

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[dusty_divinity]

.....Did I hear you say tea?

[wrong_lever]

Why, something like tea, yes!

[dusty_divinity]

In that case, I would love some.

[wrong_lever]

Mahhhhhhhhhrvelous.

[magyarfujoshi]

Oh, what are chicha and bocaditos? They sound Spanish.

[wrong_lever]

Cocktails and Hors D'oeuvres, if you prefer.

[magyarfujoshi]

Oh! Come to think of it, I am getting kind of hungry, if you're offering.

I'm Hungary.

[cunningcleavage]

This sounds delightful. I may join you later. I could use a nice afternon in the sun.

[wrong_lever]

The sun has not been kind to me, in these passing years, but that's what the overhang and hats are for, I suppose.

[cunningcleavage]

Well, perhaps something else instead.

Sometime soon... a spa day? We could relax and pamper ourselves without all that pesky sunshine.

[wrong_lever]

Ah yes, I am long overdue for some self-indulgence.

[itsthemooksquad]

A "rose pergolas"? What the hell is that?

[wrong_lever]

An overhanging garden.

[itsthemooksquad]

...Oh. Thats a pretty dumb way of saying it.

[wrong_lever]

Some of us try to retain a little bit of class.

[militaristics]

We're trapped in a mansion against our will, and you're offering a picnic.

[wrong_lever]

Think of it as an extended holiday.

[militaristics]

Well, I suppose that's to be expected for one of your age. You don't have much to look forward to, do you?

[wrong_lever]

On the contrary. If I had competent help, that is.