open starter ! location: near the property during the hunt, or inside during the ball.
"if you are wanting one of these, or to try them," laurence began flatly, intently catching the eye of the nearest figure and holding up a plate of perhaps the most delicious... unidentifiable sweet thing he'd ever had in his life. the jostling of the carriage ride had made him feel he had been injured all over again and apparently the coping mechanism of the moment was comfort eating. a natural outcome, he supposed, given his incorrigible sweet tooth, but not one that suited his philosophy of selflessness. it was at least also starting to soften the edges of what was a still-developing foul mood. "i fear this may be your first -- and only -- chance to do so."















