{I can't help but wonder what the servants must think, assuming any are seeing them like this. I know I'm finding this to be an utterly amusing mental image.}
Ophelia held on tightly to her glass, despite the current limpness of the arm that held it. (Thankfully, she'd already emptied it moments prior.) "We..we'll allwaysh have eashudder!" she replied in a joyous manner, gladly hugging onto him with her free arm.
Ophelia held on tightly to her glass, despite the current limpness of the arm that held it. (Thankfully, she'd already emptied it moments prior.) "We..we'll allwaysh have eashudder!" she replied in a joyous manner, gladly hugging onto him with her free arm.