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whatwas[Horst is, as usual, up on the roof well after midnight. And he's stitching something that vaguely resembles this sock puppet.]
Severus, I don't suppose you could conjure up some thimbles? And maybe an apron and some curlers to complete my ensemble.
[He flashes a grin at the PCD.]
You know what this place needs?
If so, tell me. I was thinking perhaps a real restaurant, but that seems like such work.
Severus, I don't suppose you could conjure up some thimbles? And maybe an apron and some curlers to complete my ensemble.
[He flashes a grin at the PCD.]
You know what this place needs?
If so, tell me. I was thinking perhaps a real restaurant, but that seems like such work.
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Date: 2011-07-16 02:58 am (UTC)And your apron is safe! It doesn't fit me, though. Believe me.
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Date: 2011-07-16 08:05 am (UTC)And of course it didn't, it's a little girls apron.