Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
"I should hope so, that's high praise from me." She downed another healthy swig of mead and scooted along the bench, wrapping an arm up around Gretch and tickling her neck. The effect of the mead was even more prominent, she could feel the warmth flushing her face and chuckled again, not used to being such a lightweight.