Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20161012235905/@comment-26709630-20161016172844

Marcelle kept laughing for a few seconds before sitting up again. How many times did these breathing excericises? It was ridiculous. Marcelle leaned in, the chair tipping procariously forward on it's two front legs. At the mention of the orangepeels, Marcelle took one and chewed it thoughtfully.

"They say the French call it orangeat? Ooh! I can speak some French! Bonjour! Merci! Au revoir!" she declared, interupting the breathing excersises. She noticed that Merana was doing it backwords on purpose, something which she found worthy of some mirthful thoughts.