
(09-13-2013, 05:55 PM)penniless1 Wrote:(09-13-2013, 03:34 PM)Siobhain Wrote: Â And as long as they have lambs, they'll have contraceptives. >.<
IC:
Fystrael slowly stops her frantic chewing to glance down at her rare Bismarck dinner; a steaming plate of wild lamb chops.
She shudders as she unwilling considers how her mother may have avoided getting pregnant after skrat number four.
With more haste than decorum, she pushes her plate away and signals for the waiter to bring her cheque. Â She'll spend the rest of her bounty in the Drowning Wench tonight, doggedly pickling her brains to cause the revolting thought to perish.
OOC:
Nearly spilled my milk cackling at the thought. Â Maybe that's how the Leatherworkers Guild makes most of its money...?
Eeeeew! <3333