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[treadingdawn]

War is completely needless when taking pleasure in the sound of your own voice.


Captain Barbossa, I will be able to continue working on the Black Swann tomorrow.

Kara, I hope that you are doing well. It seems Turkish Delights are infectious.

Pevensies, I brought tea.

Comments

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

You've met the major then?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Was it so obvious, Lyra?

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Well, you talked about war, and blabbering on... And there's only one person around who that describes. Besides, I saw you post on his entry.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

He is bothersome, and I hope that is how he remains.

How have you been?

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Bothersome, and nothing more?

Fairly well. My assistant seems to have run off- no telling if or when he'll return, but that's the way of this place.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Yes, and nothing more.

Your assistant?

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Neuro. He's... He was a fool, sometimes, but I still miss him.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I cannot say I've had the pleasure of meeting him, but I am sorry to hear that.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Well... If he returns, perhaps you can. But let's not speak of sad things... Have you ever had marchpane?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

No, what is marchpane?

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Sweet almond paste! It's really good!

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Now it certainly sounds worth a try.