Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38868122-20190406073417/@comment-38868122-20190520202940

Forreste can't hold back a goofy smile. "Vernia, the wild eleven year old who planned this." His smile fades. "She's not getting any recognition or attention at all. This was supposed to be her thing." He thinks hard for a second before looking abruptly back up at the pretty Cassandra and slipping on a small smile. "But anyways, would you like dessert or something? At picnics you're typically supposed to eat," He teases, eyes shining.