Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26949724-20150819205600/@comment-26807691-20150823222347

Mathilde had spaced out, looking at the window, as the bakery got steadily busier. "Merde, il pleut,", she murmured, then snapped back to reality and got a tray from the kitchen, looking around for anyone that needed help.

((May as well make her French seeing as she has a French name.))