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Pizza Planet [Thursday Evening]
William had, thankfully, managed to catch some sleep after Ethics class this morning. So while he certainly was no competition for any of the island's squirrels in the bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed department, he was confident that he'd be able to give Miss Blythe- Rilla- now that they were attending an unchaperoned outing together, he wondered if it would be appropriate to be on a first-name basis- his full attention over dinner.
Which, speaking of, was sure to prove an adventure in its own. William had absolutely no idea what a pizza was, except that it was apparently Italian food.
[ooc: Expecting a certain fellow Canadian, but if you have any pizza-y or planet-y needs, it's open.]
Which, speaking of, was sure to prove an adventure in its own. William had absolutely no idea what a pizza was, except that it was apparently Italian food.
[ooc: Expecting a certain fellow Canadian, but if you have any pizza-y or planet-y needs, it's open.]

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She was not best pleased with the weather, which certainly was doing its best to make sure all of her efforts to her hair were for naught.
"Good evening, Mr. Murdoch," she said, smiling and squelching her way across the restaurant to join him. "It smells divine in here."
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Which wasn't pronounced how Rilla just said, but details.
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And not, say, dating or something. Not that she's thought that. At all. Really.