Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

crossed out all phone autocorrects so one can see how ridiculous it is SMH lmao

His own humor was waning, too, it seemed. She cast him a fertile fertive glance, eyes softening to a cloying curiosity. A more mature woman would have perhaps boldly asked him just what slacksshackles he had placed upon his own children at their birth.

Instead, she found herself wondering idly if the handsome man happened to have a group of delicious sons that would help keep her warm for the long winter months ahead.

Or perhaps he was up to such a task.

It felt inappropriate to ask... but she could not stop the slide of a smirk that teased the corner of her lips before she tried to sunder the thought. You embrace your shackles? Her tone light an airy--and yet a certain breathlessness  in her voice that came from her fogging thoughts.