Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170724000238/@comment-28358106-20170802024151

"That will take some consideration, then. I assume that will come in time, as we will have to see about the abilities of your cooks.  That is to say, if they should decide to volunteer..."

Over the pattering of the incessant rain, the deep ring of a grandfather clock strikes seven. At almost the exact same time, the deep peal of bells can be heard coming from the belltowers of the Cathedral Ward.

Adelaide looks up amd over at the window. "Oh, dear. Given the weather, I hadn't considered what hour it might be.  It seems the sun will be upon us within the hour."

She uncrosses her legs. "Time is fleet under the guise of pleasantries, is it not? Alas, I am afraid my beloved husband will soon be home, and I wish dearly to meet him.  I am afraid this marks the end of our soiree, but it will not be the last of its kind." She stands up.