Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-26267177-20141231051817

The second narrator was rather perplexed by the sudden change in the situation, but also seemed amused enough to easily let it pass. So thanks for that, Miss...Tockman, was it?

Calla grew stiff as she was turned, having just expertly finished up with cleaning an awful, liquidy mess by the snack table. "Oh," was the only thing she said for a few long moments, trying to process everything that Plutarch had just said to her.

Eventually, a barely-there, lopsided grin came to the young maid's features. "Oh, Plutarch. There's no way you could embarass me," she reasoned. "My reputation couldn't go any lower if I started dancing on the tables for tips. Now stop using so many words and just kiss me again, why don't you?"