 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Pouting? "Who was pouting?'' Oliver looked behind and around him. "I think you're seeing things, Esme. There was no one pouting.'' He grinned broadly. She was one of the few persons he would tease like this. Only his family usually saw this side of him. "I won't. I'll try to visit you as often as possible and bring you lots of chocolates.''
Food. This reminded Olly he was feeling hungry now. "How about we send the painting home and then we take a stroll around the park? I'm sure there are lots of food vendors here.'' They could magically send the painting, after all. Magic was such a wonderful thing. |