Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161230221918

"Hehehe! Heh.  Oh, believe me...we don't want to get started on a pity party contest here.  You don't get to be a favored wife of the Saint of Sorrow by being a buttercup.  Although I am the most delicate of flowers...snrrk..."

She slides off the counter and floats in the air, still smiling. "And don't be jealous just because I have a way of showing appreciation that doesn't involve licking boots or stifling my sense of humor. I have plenty to spare, by the way.  Want some?  Hehehe..."