Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Um," Trevor stared at the frying pan and chocolate squares as she took the wine from his hand. Normally he would have immediately jumped on her ridiculous statement but he was too distracted by her choice of meal. "Ver..." Granted, he liked chocolate and he liked bacon but together? "What the 'ell do you think you're doing?"