Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5078678-20130915195653/@comment-14800267-20130924004032

Esmee fumbled the paper off of the box, displaying rows of powdered sugar coated squares of varying colours. "Oh, no Ilona! It's sweets. Normally taste like roses, but has all differ'nt flavours in this box, some people don't like the rose, see. Me especially. Captain likes it though.' Perhaps this hadn't been a good idea. Turkish delight was rare in Neverland, in most places, actually. Narnian Turkish delight was the best, but you had to either buy it for exorberant prices or attack one of Jadis' ships.

It took little guesswork to establish which one they had done.

'Um... iff'n you wanted alcohol. We has that too. Not with us, coz I thought that was banned at the school and some blabbermouth might get us in trouble. Again. I, uh, can get some if you want?"

Jane turned slightly from the window, but not quite enough to actually face anyone. Small talk was the hight of good form, and one would not want to give the impression of bad form. "

"No, I did not, but Esmee was so terribly desperate to go, her pining would have been insufferable. Besides, Pan lives in a... gathering... such as this. Best to know one's enemy before she feeds you to a man eating beast."

The revolution of her depressing motivation was thankfully cut short as Vilda barrelled in. Jane turned to watch the social disaster in action.

Esmee was far more positive about it and bounced a bit in excitement at having more people.

"'Morrow, Vi... Vik... Oh biscuit weevils! Beggin' yer pardon, but I'm terrible with names."