Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151101060736/@comment-11163511-20151103155233

"Miss Latrans, is everything alright?" Sam lifted an eyebrow at Calli's weird expression, not too sure what seemed to bother her. His thouhts on what she could be thinking of was disrupted when Quinn annouced the start of the festivities.

"Well then, let us do so." Sam rubbed his hands together with hexcitement. "If you must insist I take a bite of those lovely strudels, don't mind if I do." He gentled picked a small bit from the place and put it in his mouth. Never had he tasted anything so sweet: the tart filling melted in his mouth, the pastry was as fluffy as clouds. Judging by the smokiness that filled the room, Sam assumed it had been the sweet successful that came after the trials and errors dear Calli had to go through to get there, all for her lovely dearest. Well, anything tastes marvelous with love, after all.

"I know I shouldn't talk with my mouth full but this is just too good, I can't help myself!" Sam spoke in a muffled tone while still chewing only to then briefly vigorously coughed having accidentally choked himself on the bit, which he had to take a gulp of tea to stop it. "Cough, cough...No wonder they tell you not to talk with your mouth full. Silly me. The tea's nice, too, by the way."

((That dream. XD You know, Sam wouldn't mind if Calli ever told him about it, he would just try to figure out what kind of memories it is composed of without being weirded out even in the slightest, as nothing can be weirder than his own story as far as what he sees. Oh and Quinn and the presents sound adorable!))