Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39634324-20191220233707/@comment-39634324-20191223173312

Ceclia let Moren go, rubbing her head. She looked around. “Amber? Del? When did you get here?” Amber shrugged, coming to Ceclia’s side. “I don’t know - are you okay?” Ceclia nodded. “I was in the middle of cooking dinner. There’s a leamonade over there - Del, can you work on that? I’ll deal with the salad. Moren, why don’t you season the French fries?”