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Bookworm Hienrichs December 15, 2011 Are you sure all of that will keep until tomorrow? For that matter, are you sure all of that will last until tomorrow? You’d better hope Tubby doesn’t sneak in…
Cyan Rayna December 15, 2011 Looks like an urchin feast… May have to sneak over tonight for a piece of that cake ;3
Jimmy Branagh December 15, 2011 Mmmmmm, poy! And … poy! An’ cake wit’ poy! An’ egg nog! Oy ‘opes th’ real thing wit’ rum. An’ rum! Good wit’ poy!
Mr Tenk December 15, 2011 casts a quiet eye over the table, as if he was looking for something important
Sister Loxely December 15, 2011 Sister Loxely sees the feast through the window and coughs back a gasp. She briskly walks back to the Institute down the street. She must quickly find Lapis and a plan must be made. Or else there is going to be one gorged Brother…
Brother Lapis December 16, 2011 I think I should try to put on some weight myself to deal with these winter. Bring on the sweets!
Victor1st Mornington December 16, 2011 Mr Tenk, there is Glog and fermented milk next to the two punch bowls :)
Are you sure all of that will keep until tomorrow?
For that matter, are you sure all of that will last until tomorrow?
You’d better hope Tubby doesn’t sneak in…
It looks like he already got the corner of the snowman cake.
At least we have all that to look forward to if we dont all die XD
Looks like an urchin feast… May have to sneak over tonight for a piece of that cake ;3
Mmmmmm, poy! And … poy! An’ cake wit’ poy! An’ egg nog! Oy ‘opes th’ real thing wit’ rum. An’ rum! Good wit’ poy!
casts a quiet eye over the table, as if he was looking for something important
Sister Loxely sees the feast through the window and coughs back a gasp. She briskly walks back to the Institute down the street.
She must quickly find Lapis and a plan must be made. Or else there is going to be one gorged Brother…
I think I should try to put on some weight myself to deal with these winter. Bring on the sweets!
Mr Tenk, there is Glog and fermented milk next to the two punch bowls :)