that no one should get mailed anywhere! That would be scary and make her cry.
((WRONG LINK. ....WHATEVER.))
that's horrible and unfair, and that maybe they should protest! She thinks she still has some button makers and things from her Soviet days.
doesn't think that's right at all...
they should ignore Alfred until he stops this.
agrees, but thinks ignoring him is kind of scary...maybe he'll let Ivan take her again if she does that! D:
that leaving things to Ivan is the best idea.
fought kind of hard to get *away* from Ivan's control in the first place...
would help if he could...
Lotte
thinks 14 years ago
they should protest or something.
gulps. She w-will! A-as soon as she gets dinner out of the oven.
definitely need it...she's no good at running things...
thank you. Many times. ^^;
It's no problem. Really, it isn't."
smiles. "Yes, but it's important to me, and I know I'd mess it up."
laughs a tiny bit. "You can't be that bad."
shakes her head frantically. "You have no idea. I really am."
folds her arms. "Well, I'll help you regardless."
smiles, and invites Lan in for dinner!
smiles a little, and agrees to eat dinner with her.
willing to try them. But the fish kind sounds best.
serves her the fish kind, then, and takes a few with liver and mushrooms.
sits and starts to eat. She takes a slow bite, then smiles a little. "This is good."
smiles big! "Really? I'm glad you like them!"
nods. "Yes, they're delicious." She eats another, still smiling a little.
[[ALFRED YOU HO. STOP IT WIT DA SEXISM.]]
happy now~ "Maybe you can come for dinner again sometime. I love cooking for people."
smiles a little more. "Of course I will."
[[Pffft, you kiddin'? I love it when you interrupt. |D ]]
tries to think of something else to talk about over dinner. "Have...um...things been peaceful at your house?
about this for a moment before nodding. "Yes, all's been fine. People have been happy, plants regrowing..."
nods. "Regrowing is...a good word for how things have been here, too. After the...well, most of the last century."
She doesn't implicate Ivan, but it's kind of implied.
nods. She kinds of gets what she means."I've been farming. It's nice, the air is fresh and the weather is perfect."
smiles. "I've been farming a lot as well, as well as improving relations with everybody. I'm getting better at making friends."
nods. "I've been trying to get tourists to visit as well. It'd be nice to meet others."
agrees wholeheartedly. "We could meet people together!"
smiles a little more. "Yes, we could!"
[[OMG We could have a party. |D ]]
((YES. Lotte wants to have a girls-only-slumber party XD))
smiling more than she had been.
[[I saw that plurk but by then it was pretty old so I didn't necro it. ;xD ]]
finishes her food and brings out apple mouse for dessert.
[[WHAT OTHER GIRLS ARE ON RIGHT NOW? ]]
watches. "Oh, that looks delicious, too....!"
smiles...and then trips and drops the mousse. "Oh no!" She looks down in horror.
stands up and grabs some paper towels. "Let me help you with that."
"I-I'm sorry! You don't have to do that! I'm so clumsy, I'm sorry..." She bends down and starts cleaning. She may actually start crying.
kneels down with her, and starts to help.
"B-but I worked so hard!" she sniffles.
pats her shoulder. "Stop crying, it'll be okay!"
wipes at her eyes and wipes up the last of the mousse. "I suppose I have some cookies left over that we could have instead."
smiles a little. "That's fine, really."
gets the cookies in a hurry and puts them on the table. Chocolate chip!
smiles at that. "Oh, thank you."
nods and eats a couple, still pretty satisfied with dessert. "Maybe I'll make some mousse later and send you some to make up for it."
keeps her small smile. "I'd like that."
probably make some more tomorrow, then, once she's finished all her other chores.
some more about the mail-order bride problem, and wonders how best to solve it.
watches her, eyes being drawn to her chest.
smiles obliviously. "What are you looking at?"
looks down at her own chest, somehow feeling discouraged.
doesn't know why she looks sad all of a sudden?
shakes her head. "Ahh..."
blinks. "No really, what's wrong?"
looks down at her own chest, confused. "What's wrong with it?"
"It's..." she hesitates. "They're...bigger than mine." She finishes awkwardly.
blinks down and cups each of her boobs with her hands. "They're not *that* big, are they?"
touches her own chest. "Mine may just be small."
starts kind of weighing her own. "N-no, I don't think they're that small! I just mean...mine can't be *that* much bigger..."
looks between them and nods. "Yes, there is a difference. A big difference."
"Oh...then I'm...sorry?" She blushes a bit.
shakes her head. "You don't need to apologize."
awkward now. "Yours are...um...very nice!"
smiles a little, blushing as well. "Ah, thank you."
starts clearing the dishes. >>;
picks up her own plate to help.
puts them in the sink, careful not to drop anything this time. ><
puts hers with them. "There, you didn't drop them." she smiles a little.
smiles back and rubs the back of her head. "I guess not..."
smiles a little to her, before stepping back.
fidgets a bit. "So...do you have any ideas about how to protest the mail order brides?"
shakes her head. "Other than not sending them."
. "Maybe that would work, if they would agree to not go..."
nods. "Then they'd have to stop buying the women."