"Shall we has't a discussion, darling?" Thee has't nay idea how much i've missed thee since thee depart'd a few hours ago. Oh, and Ophis, hath said hello, and Guu, the meaty teddy bear, hath said killeth me, prithee."
Priscillia exclaimed as she peered into the eyes of her dearly beloved, who was sipping the vanilla tea she had poured for him. And, to Enkidu's amazement, it was ideal. It wasn't very sweet to the point of overpowering the vanilla flavor he adores, but it wasn't bitter either; if anything, the sugar inside projected the vanilla flavor to new heights. It was perfect in every sense of the word.
On the other hand, Enkidu began to pay close attention to Priscillia, nodding his head in agreement and responding to her.
"Of course, tell me what you want to talk about; I'm all ears, and I could listen to you all day." So, my dear, tell me what you want to talk about."
