To you, I will only open up if you broach topics other than beauty and bod, never gift me a brooch of bronze, and refrain from approaching courageously by way of a bottle abroach.

Why of course, Ms. Mew, the maître d’ did already establish homologation regarding your request of a table for one—half in the shade and half in the sun. ; )

Indeed, until each date has concluded with a beach-side stroll upon your shoulders—because heels are not for sandy feels—and the distance over which we ambulate is, at minimum, equal to a bovate, you shall receive no goodnight kiss from this miss as the right mate will be worth the wait for loves’ fate. ; )

Yes, she will always be a fliskmahoy, but Chelsea’s boots still need—from time to time—a break from dancing their turns. ; )

Pink petals prefer their pollinators to arrive in the form of a bee whilst resting roots request their baths to be served via aquamanile shaped as a bird.