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

[ravkanwitch]

"No, that's what I thought too! It has ice cream in it - and whatever other ingredients you want."

[keep_the_peace]

"What ingredients are traditional?"

[ravkanwitch]

It's tough to become a milkshake expert when your main source of milkshake information was temporarily a ghost and then came back in a different body. "Oreo is one of them, I think-- it's a cookie." Does he know what a cookie is? "And strawberry."