Introducing Benvolio

[keep_the_peace]

Waking up in a strange bedroom, in a strange house, was bad enough, but then when Benvolio finally made his way to the front door he was greeted by snow outside. Summer might be coming to an end, but it definitely is not snow weather yet, nor is Benvolio dressed for such, in his black silk doublet, black and blue trimmed trunk hose, and black stockings. He does have shoes on, thankfully, though he can't imagine how he would have fallen asleep wearing shoes. It's not like he's had much opportunity to celebrate to the point of blacking out lately, after all.

Regardless, he takes one look at the snow outside and decides to shut the door and instead turn his attention to the table covered in different pamphlets and papers. He has many questions.

Comments

[keep_the_peace]

"They are good, I take it?"

[temnota]

"They are bliss," Aleksander said and held the plate out after first taking one of the cheese-stuffed pancakes. "Try one. It will be worth it, I promise."

[keep_the_peace]

"Thank you," he says, taking one of the strawberry ones. It's very, very good. Sweet, but not as sweet as the cookies were, and the texture difference between the strawberry and the pancakes is pleasant. "You were right," he says, his mouth still full.

[temnota]

The cheese-stuffed blinchiki tasted just as wonderful and Aleksander could not help but wonder what horrors the Mansion would visit on him in return. It would all be worth it, though - he wasn't sure he could have done a better job if he'd made them himself.

"May I try one of your cookies?"

[keep_the_peace]

He holds the pack over for Aleksander to take one.