Duck Lake dorn zunge

I think that they should get married. :D

Men these days. Sarah thought to herself and did a mental eyeroll, while her expression in outwardly retained a polite interest. It would have been almost inconspicious were it not for the frown that appeared the moment Mahler revealed that he had no idea, where to get food. So much for putting hopes in getting an easy meal.

"Alright. Come along," she beckoned him to follow her. "This is called Duck lake and you can make three guesses, why is it so," she told him with a wry smile as she led him along the banks towards an area were a large group of ducks were resting or quacking conversations among them. "Any good at bird-angling?" she asked him.