Pita realized he had not returned to see to the comfort of the distraught young lady. Hoping ♥noVember tHiNg♥ was occupied, he returned to the young lady.
"Pardon me, Lady Rayne Bowe, I should have returned sooner.' Pita said softly, as he bowed over her hand. 'I am Sir Pita Holly, a scruffy minstrel of ill repute some say." His eyes strayed sadly to ♥noVember tHiNg♥. One day she would understand and maybe forgive him. Sighing, he realizes that day is far, far into some distant future.
Pita studied the wrapped confections. "Lady, what is chocolate? What are Skittles?"
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