User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-24422626-20170907194206

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Butler: "Mr. Pastern, Miss Sylvia... Enjoy yourselves. If there is any trouble at all, please call immediately on the comms."

Glaive: How do you know he was calling shots, then? Did you see him when you were kidnapped?

Honor: Er... I can bring it over.

* ''There's a clinking sound as Honor unhooks the pot from its chains, and she carries it over to Strongheart's front with the handle in her teeth. Its contents seem indeed to be a thick lentil soup, with some reddish, spiky herb leaves sticking out in places. Now that the fletcher sets it before Strongheart, it smells mouthwatering.''*

Honor: ...What do you think?

Nettledew: Oh, no. In fact, I'll be it's out for delivery right now.