Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850/@comment-28358106-20161221003053

(Oops, I mean descendant, not son.)

"Pleasure...meet...you." Lucida shakes his hand somewhat numbly. "Erm, you don't...have to bow to me," she says, a nervous trill entering her voice. "Sorry. I'm sorry about the towel.  It's...not my towel.  Sorry." She places her hands in her lap and closes her mouth.