In the middle of Lake Mithrim there is an island.
There wasn't an island before, so the lake is a little deeper than before, creeps a few inches up the shore. There is a splashing noise.
The island is cut off in sharp cliffs around the edges, rising a foot or two over the waterline at the lowest points. On it is an expansive house, several stories tall, with an un-Elven aesthetic and un-Arda implied tech background. Sharp eyes might see non-Elven people, through the windows.
- raised eyebrow. "Is there something about, uh, listening to your husband making it not a sin to do things?"
"...not as such, just generally husbands being the head of the family, it'd be sort of a judgment call?"
I'm trying to figure out if I'd be being a controlling dick to my wife or making her happy.
She kisses him and nips off. Comes back with a bottle to make sure it's the right one.
...Jeremy interrupts them. But then Jeremy can go back to his favorite activity, Being Paced Up And Down The Hall By A House Elf. And his parents can go back to their favorite activity.
Rebecca is sooooo bad at being a Catholic and had better not die before she gets to a priest but being bad at Catholicism is sooooo fun.
Rebecca had better not die ever and if she does and God judges her Michael will get his brothers to kill him after Melkor. He doesn't say this. Rebecca might find it upsetting.
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