[Privacy—or the lack thereof—has never been much of an issue for Vice. Still, there's a certain appeal to being alone with desirable company, away from all the hubbub of everything else. She's had a great deal of time to ponder and ruminate, and now the final week is upon them.
They have more important things on which to expend their energy (by her reckoning), so the chef attends to them for the evening. There are a variety of sides and appetizers with potential desserts on the way, but the main entrees appear to be some variation of a dinner salad for Vice and a triple decker grilled cheese, as well as a banana on an ornate plate, for Dimitri.]
forgive me, jams, for i have dallied.
They have more important things on which to expend their energy (by her reckoning), so the chef attends to them for the evening. There are a variety of sides and appetizers with potential desserts on the way, but the main entrees appear to be some variation of a dinner salad for Vice and a triple decker grilled cheese, as well as a banana on an ornate plate, for Dimitri.]
It's the last week. How do you feel?