User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-5837525-20161123212630

Orbit: You... "studied" with the umbrum?

Hope: ...

Sombra: Heh. That's fine. But you are feeling better now, I hope?

(Freeheart lightly bites her lower lip.)

Freeheart: Well... I guess it is getting pretty late. And since you're offering... Okay. I accept. Thank you, Ray.

(Once Morsov is shoved into a police cruiser, Star-Lord catches the scent of soup and freshly-baked bread and turns around.)

Star-Lord: Whoa. We having a picnic all of a sudden?