I’d argue that my Nanny Sheila’s Loganberry jam is the best sweet tasting thing in this galaxy. I’ve been using it sparingly but today is the sad day that the last of this jar finds itself on my toast. (at The Swoon Stronghold)
You expected guys to be pestering you all night, but from your look I can tell nobody pestered you at all. That kind of hurt your feelings a little bit, didn’t it? There are few things as fetching as a bruised ego on a beautiful angel.