ITP: Being Social
[Standing outside the door of the Fire Cabin tonight is a certain godling attired in that finest of formal wear Camp can provide--so in lieu of a shirt, he's brought flowers. At present he's followed up knocking with a rather pertinent question: ]
Begging thy pardon, but would the Lady Mai be at home to callers this evening?
[Egads. Could this be some manner of social rendezvous? Dare you observe long enough to find out? Translation: gawkers welcome, even if this involves lurking in shrubbery.]
Begging thy pardon, but would the Lady Mai be at home to callers this evening?
[Egads. Could this be some manner of social rendezvous? Dare you observe long enough to find out? Translation: gawkers welcome, even if this involves lurking in shrubbery.]