(fallen london stamps by This post has content warnings for: murder via spiked drinks and mental decay, in the context of an OC's lore.
Wren, after a successful murder: "I am going to go home. I am going to safely dispose of this remaining poison. I am going to eat an entire bucket of roasted chestnuts. And then I am going to sleep for an entire day."
Rafael: "At least come to our place for that last half? It's drafty at yours this time of year."