Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26890640-20160627124421/@comment-3991308-20160807035419

Pythia sighed. These royal events were always a bother. To her, it felt a bit out of place and unprepared, and it was too stuffy and formal. Wasn't it supposed to be a garden party? Refined but still... more casual than a business or parliament meeting.

"Bastion, this is a mess," she said to the guy next to her.

Bastion, on the other hand, seemed more interested in his phone. "Wait, there's a Clefairy out in this garden."

Great. Even her partner was unfocused today, stuck in that viral new phone app. She wanted to have fun, but it seemed like everything was too stuffy to be fun and too outdoors-y to be tolerable. She turned away from Bastion and towards whoever was next to her.

"How many mini-sandwiches do you think I can shove in my mouth?"

(this can be anyone btw)