The snowed-over roads have made Athos restless as well - perhaps that is the source of his unsettled night - and the thought of a hunt pleases him. He nods in agreement, swallowing down the last of his coffee, and wishing, a bit, that he had added a touch of brandy. “You are expected to taste cakes?" Every time he turned round, this wedding became more elaborate.
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Date: 2015-01-04 04:09 pm (UTC)