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[allformrt.livejournal.com]

Another customer for you, Mr. T.

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[carlisle-peter.livejournal.com]

What things do you sell then?

[allformrt.livejournal.com]

Well, sir! My shop, Mr.s Lovett's Meat Pies, sells the finest pies in all of London, and we have some of the finest ale.

Mr. Todd, he's my boarder y'see, runs a barber shop above my little pie shop. Finest barber there is, his customers say.

[carlisle-peter.livejournal.com]

Ah I see. What sort of pies are they then?

[allformrt.livejournal.com]

Meat pies, sir.. Served warm or cold, like a steak and kidney pie. I use a special blend of meats in mine, and an old family secret of herbs.

Stop by sometime, and I shall give you one for a nice price so you can try it.

[carlisle-peter.livejournal.com]

Meat pies..nice. I might try one another day.

OOC: Is this when she put the people in the pies or before?

[allformrt.livejournal.com]

You ought to.


OOC: After that little "business venture" started.

[carlisle-peter.livejournal.com]

Maybe I will. I don't suppose you sell ice creams as well do you?

[wantyoubleeders.livejournal.com]

You're a marvel, my dear.

[allformrt.livejournal.com]

He's a bit skittish, poor thing. American, you see, and bound for Paris soon. The silly boy doesn't even know where in Paris he's going to stay, hasn't made plans yet for that.