Anti-OTP - Unc Nunkie/Polonius

[silent_unc]

*tends to his brand-new bread trees, smiling to himself*

Comments

[o_i_am_slain]

Good morrow, sir. What manner of tree is't that thou tend'st? 'Tis a curious thing, the like of which I have not seen.

[silent_unc]

Bread!

[o_i_am_slain]

But surely bread cannot grow on a tree; it groweth from wheat, and wheat is milled into flour, and flour is baked into bread.

[silent_unc]

Magic.