by AmbushCat » Fri Aug 05, 2016 10:45 pm
*Callista pokes her head inside the tavern, sniffing the air. She's wearing sunglasses in addition to her standard getup.*
I smell food. And where there's food, there's lunch. Which means there's food. *walks on in* Circular reasoning, but I don't give a dollar.

It's a trifle, if ever was.
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