Joined: Tue Feb 24, 2015 5:13 pm
Location: Really where ever my adventure leads. Or more where ever Oliver's dragged me.
He had spent his morning attempting to make sandwiches in the Lobostro common kitchen. He wasn't the world's best chef, but he felt his sandwiches turned out alright. It wasn't until the 25th or 26th- He didn't know how many people would want a sandwich- he remembered that he had magic, and that it could probably have improved the sandwiches in one way or another. He had tucked the sandwiches into his shoulder bag, wrapped each in a nice cloth napkin.
He wandered out into the courtyard, carrying a nice checker blanket, and laid it out on the lawn near the fountain. He pulled out a few of the sandwiches, and then put a smile on his face, and waited.