Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5078678-20130915195653/@comment-3468598-20130924010744

Vilda quirked a thick eye brow at the expression.  "Biscut weevils?"  She repeated incredulously, she knew what a weevil was, so it made sense if she thought about. Just not an expression one heard often. She shrugged, brushing off the apology as pointless. '''"It's 'kay,  I have no idea who you are either.  It's Vilda, Bayle." ''' She added her name more as an after thought. Then offered her hand to shake, stealing a glance down at it as she did so. Just to make sure she wasn't sprouting fur. Okay, she was all clear. "Were we supposed to bring food?"  This was directed at no on in particular, but since Esmee had been babbling on about it Vilda guessed she'd be the one to answer, "because I didn't, but I could order pizza or something."

((All this talk of turkish delight makes me really want some. I've settled on a chocolate bar.))