And it was turning into such a lovely meal...

Well, Frederick is a doll, wakening me from a darling dream about Sweet, Sweet Salria and that day in midsummer...By Elbahn, that was a fun day.

But I digress, as it was not sweet, smiling Frederick that woke me, but a lovely /drunk/ Frederick who couldn't stand very well who was trying to be so sweet and make me a little more comfortable. He was quite upset and I did what any friend would and comforted him, despite the nagging voice in my brain that prodded me towards a bedroom. Let's slap at that, shall we? Yes. I think we shall.

He's more than a little broken up about his scar, I think, and I do believe darling Rose is flat out sorry about everything. Ah, but that's what happens when you open a can of worms. You see, she wanted to know where a trail of blood led in the refugee district and we all know that's a stupid thing to wonder, now isn't it?

I told her and it led to a lovely discussion with yelling and treason and it was quite a good meal, if I say so myself. The fish stew was fabulous...


But the entire thing was started because of that damned blood trail. Even my current problems...Which I have no idea how to solve, mind you.

Yet, I feel a little better, doing what I did.
I do hope she puts it to good use.