felicity radford thinks that red and gold is tacky (pureminded) wrote in wished,
Resisting the urge to pull a face, Felicity gave the parchment a cursory glance. Why anyone would choose to speak a language that sounded like that Fel would never know. "But you're missing dinner!" She protested, handing the notes back, her eyes straying momentarily to the book clutched in Maeve's hands.