"I suppose that rite hasn't lasted, then." Mab is mildly disappointed--no ritual killing to look forward to anytime soon.
She makes her way to the far left of the table, lifts up a slice of the cake, and takes a bite. "But I see this one has an eyeball. My compliments to the chef."
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Date: 2008-10-23 12:58 am (UTC)She makes her way to the far left of the table, lifts up a slice of the cake, and takes a bite. "But I see this one has an eyeball. My compliments to the chef."