Might anyone happen to know how to get the smell of mulled wine and glitter out of the drapery? One of father’s parties spilled into my room again last night. I only just managed to escape with my weapons and my poetry.
Honestly, I was in the middle of writing an epic ballad about Gil-Galad in free-form style. The ruckus completely broke my concentration.
Terribly sorry about the glitter, I told them not to bring it. Can’t help you with the mulled wine problem, though. You’re on your own, but I have no doubt you’ll handle it.
Make new ones out of spider silk perhaps.
That’s… actually quite decent of you to apologize.
While you’re in such a generous mood, might I ask where the diamond-studded garter came from? As they are diamonds, I worry that the original owner might miss them.
I have no idea where the garter came from. It’s most certainly not mine. Ask around, someone’s sure to be looking for it.
It ended up belonging to a cousin. I think you’re corrupting the extended family, father. But, I am relieved that it is not yours. Remember the glitter panties incident?
I thought we agreed not to mention that.
Apologies.
...but it happened.
