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[thereneverwas]

A story. Oh dear.

[His smile is easy, twitching up further at the sight of hers: it's too bad they'll be off doing some official thing or another whenever this eternity of a meeting is over, or else they might get to actually know each other. He wouldn't mind that.]

I'm not very clever about these things, but... how about a poem?

[limier]

Should you swear not to chant it.

[thereneverwas]

[He holds up his hand with a solemn nod, and clears his throat, the very image of sophistication.]

A harlot was shut in the loo,
for to fill up her nethers with glue.
She said with a grin,
if they pay to get in,
they'll pay to get out of it too.

[A pause, and then he smiles earnestly. See, he knows culture.]