And Knowing is Half the Battle!

[llywelin]

[Even though she technically has a mission today, she does enjoy studying and training with Will. True, he turns into a Drill Sergeant, but Lion generally does well under strict pressure given her own high standards of herself. It works out. Really it's just nice to spend time with him and bond over things that - at least to her - connect them a little deeper.

At the moment she's taking a break and usually this is when she starts asking questions anyway. About witches or magic or whatever topic interests her at the moment. So, there's no need at all to bring up Zelos or whatever trouble Erika got herself into. It means she doesn't have to be sneaky and that is a blessing to all.]

Hey, Will? All witches...no, I guess it would be better to say...magic itself distorts reality. Is that right? So, are witch classes just based on how much they distort it?

It's a Piece of Cake to Bake a Pretty Cake

[transiens]

[So someone has been a grumpybutt who knows why apparently he didn't want to sleep and Elizabeth had to knock him out a few times to get him to bed. Or, well, once probably would have been enough but she wanted to be sure. Anyway, he slept for a while! And probably woke up and got hit again whatever.

Eventually he is allowed to be conscious and Elizabeth realised once he was that he seemed to be in a sour mood. Hmm!!! Well luckily she's got this friendship thing down now.

Through pancakes and cake. Which she has prepared and set out for him with a suspiciously large mug of coffee. Like do they even make mugs that big yet? Is it a beer stein? Who knows.]

Please, sit and enjoy this complimentary meal I have made for you. This time, I can assure you the flour used as the main ingredient of both dishes was not from ground up flowers. That is a lesson well-learned. This 'flour' was unrelated to flowering plants. It should taste better now.

[Look at her trying this human thing so hard!!!]

THE NOT QUITE TRIUMPHANT RETURN OF SOPHIE LHANT

[protectrice]

[It's a little strange, being in London again after so much has happened, after so much has changed. She hadn't been able to remember anything about herself when she'd first set foot on it, hadn't she? She hadn't had her... family yet, hadn't even really known most of them.

It's jarring to suddenly find herself wandering the streets again, remembering the last time she got to see them.

There's really only one thing to be done about it though, and that's finding someone she knows again. The place may still look the same, but she still hasn't seen any familiar faces.

...Such as Crablette. (Sophie would have to find a way to take her pet back to Ephinea with her, but this is neither the time nor the place.)

So anyone wandering the streets themselves might just find a young girl with long, long pigtails, keeping her eyes close to the ground as she searches for her ever elusive pet chicken.

...It's gotta be there somewhere.]

I'm in Bar

[ineluctabilis]

[SO YOU'RE IN A BAR NOW.

EVEN IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE!!

WHY? CAPS LOCK SAYS: Occasionally London's fog turns a wee bit too dizzying in the Eldritch sense and it's better to stay in and wait for it to pass so guess what happened. Fog! And naturally the pub was closest. Of course you can step out and just suffer mild trauma or you can stay in and suffer equally minor alcohol trauma.

You're in a Pub okay.]