She reached up and squeezed his hand, as much to say it's all right.
"If you ever speak to her, keep a wide berth. She's a dab hand with a whip and has a short temper." The mark on her forearm had long since faded, but she rubbed at it absently at the memory. She chuckled. "All right, I have to ask: a war over lederhosen? How?"
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Date: 2008-08-17 06:31 am (UTC)"If you ever speak to her, keep a wide berth. She's a dab hand with a whip and has a short temper." The mark on her forearm had long since faded, but she rubbed at it absently at the memory. She chuckled. "All right, I have to ask: a war over lederhosen? How?"