Rolf
I'm sorry! Then again, it was all very last minute, but that's no excuse. I didn't see him there, but it's a big place, so that's not too surprising. Hopefully he's having a good time there. Mine was interesting but at least my ribs aren't sore anymore, the bruises are almost gone and I think I've got all the mud out from, well, everywhere.
As sweet as a lucuma (ask Oswald to bring you one back from Peru and you'll see just how sweet that is). Hmm, to make you squirm. That does hold a special place with me. You squirm so delightfully, did you know that?
See, now, auctioning you off would be an exceptional way to raise an obscene amount of money for the fundraiser. Just saying. DoamnÄ Cojocaru, Vasile's mother, started that up a little this summer. It was mostly aimed at Vasile, though, especially after I reminded her that I'd only just stopped being a teenager, and still wasn't fully fledged when it came to Cursebreaking. That ought to buy me at least a couple of years.
Okay, so, apparently my head was faster than my quill, because I meant to write "I want to look my best for you." I so did not mean that I wanted YOU to look MY best, just in case you were wondering. Maybe stop by Twillfits and Tattings? I'm not sure I've ever been there, but I hear they're good.