"Bearing Gifts"
Here be fluff-slash.
Here be Gillington.
Ye be warned.
from the personal log of Lieutenant Andrew Gillette, Port Royal
I cannot get James out of the bathtub.
He mumbles about nightmares, and pigs wearing Sophie; and spends hours each evening soaking in lavender-scented water.
On the positive side, I can now hold my breath long enough to....well, long enough.
Not that "diving" is my sole recourse and recreation, certainly not. "Idle hands are the devil's plaything," and I never wish to be guilty of that grievous sin.
However, I find myself a touch bored with lavender. For his birthday today, I gifted James with a cut-glass bottle of almond oil; this produces a most stimulating fragrance when poured into warm water.
Plus, it's edible.
Here be Gillington.
Ye be warned.
from the personal log of Lieutenant Andrew Gillette, Port Royal
I cannot get James out of the bathtub.
He mumbles about nightmares, and pigs wearing Sophie; and spends hours each evening soaking in lavender-scented water.
On the positive side, I can now hold my breath long enough to....well, long enough.
Not that "diving" is my sole recourse and recreation, certainly not. "Idle hands are the devil's plaything," and I never wish to be guilty of that grievous sin.
However, I find myself a touch bored with lavender. For his birthday today, I gifted James with a cut-glass bottle of almond oil; this produces a most stimulating fragrance when poured into warm water.
Plus, it's edible.