Lodeman

Leonora gave lyrical tongue to her thoughts on life & love & locomotion, while Quain stirred the teapot.

— It’s all beyond me, Quain! Though I wear the liripipes of wisdom, I still can’t make a tune!

— Cup o’ lapsong, M’Lady. Liberate your latent lavolta.


 

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