<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f5/10/31/f51031136ba444fdf81f23418bb9f355.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Viola Drewitt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079450#msg16079450)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>1st September, 2022 | Late morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Walking the grounds<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with this skirt, tights, and flats (https://i1.wp.com/www.society19.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/tights.jpg?resize=255%2C616&ssl=1)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdmbjaReGmY)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Flynn Huxley (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Viola looked at Flynn absently at first when he tried to warn her about the trail of pumpkin juice that dripped down her neck and snaked over her clavicle and beneath her shirt. Once his words seemed to register, she gasped and looked down, blotting her napkin at her skin leading down beneath her collar. “Oh!” She profoundly expressed when the pieces all came together for her.<br/><br/>“Thanks,” she muttered, craning her head backward and exposing her neck to wipe it all off. Once she felt dry and only somewhat sticky, she crumpled up the napkin and set it down in front of her on the table. The topic changed a moment later when Flynn asked about American food, which made Viola laugh. “Oh, yeah. I probably ate way too much. You know how portions are back home.”<br/><br/>She leaned backward and playfully patted her tummy, as if to imitate being exceedingly full. “But I did talk my parents into some of the things I was missing. Yes, pizza. And also Panera. I’ve missed Panera so much,” Viola chuckled. In the back of her mind, she wondered what American foods Flynn missed the most and where he went when he returned home.<br/><br/>Apparently though, he hadn’t been back home in around five years! “Really?!” She asked, shocked. He mentioned that his sister-in-law was pregnant and he’d probably have to return home to visit. His wording was a little more crude than that, though. Viola stuck her tongue out and made a sound that suggested she was grossed out. “Ew.” She visibly shuddered afterward.<br/><br/>The idea of pushing a kid out of her body was one that gave Viola nightmares, sometimes. Like, how was it even physically possible? “Maybe we can call it something else, like… delivering human beans, or something.” Looking visibly shaken from the image of pushing babies out, Viola forced down the rest of her pumpkin juice and stood. “Do you want to take a little walk?” She asked, chipperly.