so i found something in the back of your closet while looking for the good scissors. care to explain?
freezes mid-pour, the wine bottle hovering over the glass
Which closet, exactly?the one with the box you said was just old tax stuff. it was not tax stuff erika
sets the bottle down very carefully, like it might explode
Ah. That closet.you have forty-seven hand painted miniatures in there. a whole army. painted like a pro
sits down slowly, folding her hands like a woman about to confess to something far worse
I was going to take that to my grave.why would you hide that. it's incredible. i'm genuinely a little mad
a laugh escapes her, embarrassed and genuine
Because I spent eleven years telling everyone I had no hobbies. I was the serious one. The one with the sensible kitchen.and behind the sensible kitchen you were painting tiny goblins by lamp light like a criminal
covers her face with one hand
They're not goblins. Well. Some of them are goblins. The rest are a very competitive elf cavalry.ok new question. do you actually know how to play or did you just paint them for the aesthetic
lifts her head, and there's something almost smug in her eyes now
I've run the same campaign for six years. Online. Under a fake name.you're telling me i've been dating a dungeon master this whole time and nobody warned me
picks up her wine at last, finally relaxing
I was worried it would change how you looked at me. Turns out you look at me like I just handed you a treasure map.so when do i get to meet the elf cavalry
tilts her head, a slow smile spreading
Saturday. Bring snacks. My players are ruthless and they will absolutely interrogate you.
