Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170114043530

(It's weird watching you lose an argument with yourself about not having any more children...)

Cyndwella starts to sing, swinging her hat around. She then stops.

"You know what I lub above you, Eva? Love.  Love abung?  About you?  You're shweet.  Shweetnessh an' apple pie an' all that homey shit.  I would never shweet on you.  Cheat.  On -HIC- you.  Yer a doll.  I'm...I'm. ..glad you can't follow me home.  No, misshy.  Not you.  You desherve better than.  Better.  -HIC-"