Mar 29, 2024
"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
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"Is egg hunt for the chocolate eggs or the pink bunny that supposedly laid them?"
~Birgitte
"It's for the eggs but if you bag the Easter Bunny I'll get a pot of hot water on."
"So. It's an chocolate egg. Laid by a... pink bunny."
~Birgitte
"Yeah, pretty much," Clint nodded with a straight face.
@birgitteoftheengel
"People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up."
~Birgitte
"Did you get that from a fortune cookie?"
@birgitteoftheengel
"If you're looking for your phone, I threw it out the window. It kept ringing and your ringtone is awful!"
~Birgitte
"You rotten little..."
Morgan looked out of the window at the rocks below the keep.
"...Honky Tonk Woman is a classic."
"My wing is now healed. They are removing the cast today. Would you like to join me when I go to test my flying?" ~Birgitte
Coulson nodded.
"I would be honored, Birgitte."
@birgitteoftheengel
Birgitte squinted at Clint. "You look pale. Are those fangs?"
"...They might be," Clint said as his definitely fangs glinted. "Is it a problem?"
@birgitteoftheengel
"I need 5 000 pounds." ~birgitte
Morgan sighed and slapped her newspaper down on her cafe table with feeling.
"I thought I'd given you the slip back in the market?"
"I think I've gained weight..." Birgitte lifted the hem of her shirt to show the waistband of her jeans digging into her belly. She wiggled her thumb between the skin and the fabric to pull at the waistband, then let it snap back and frowned at Anna, like it was somehow her fault.
Anna bit her lips together and tried to keep a neutral look on her face. “And… You want to go on a diet?” she had no idea how to approach the subject with Birgitte. “Have you got a holiday planned you haven’t told me about?” she said with a slightly teasing tone, hoping she would understand from the TV left running almost constantly in the kitchen. “I could teach you yoga if you want?”