Erm. Anyway. Big, brown and fluffy. Also sweet. And tasty. And with a crazy look on your face and lots and lots of yellow icing on top. 8D
*noms on Muffin*
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest. The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time. Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus. If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear