nine and eighty.

[naughtbutlife]

[Private to Mal]

I know you must be busy, but I would like to speak to you. We could sup together, or take the air in the evening, or...what-ever you would like best, madam.

I hope my lady has been well.

Comments

Private

[cauchemal]

Of course. Dinner?

I've been well. I'll tell you more when I see you.

Private

[naughtbutlife]

Aye, we'll sup together. I will bring dinner to you to-night, madam, if that suits.

Re: Private

[cauchemal]

All right. I'll see you then.

[naughtbutlife]

It's lasagne night! As one of Angelica's favourite meals since coming aboard, she was very glad she would get to have it one last time before leaving the Barge, for the 17th century tended to favour boiled sheep heads more than it did tomato sauce and pasta.

Food all neatly tucked into a basket, along with some nice bread and a bottle of wine, Angelica knocked at Mal's door at the appropriate hour.