Thread:TheEyeOfAllEyes/@comment-31595317-20170726033458/@comment-5455120-20170728032047

Linka: "Sorry about this. It's the only place we'll get any privacy. It's a bit dark, but there's a lamp right here."

[Linka turns on the light and Lars is right there from the shadowy corner, startling them]

Lars: "Hi, Cecile. I wrote a poem about you. Cecile. Eyes so mysterious. Hair so wavy. That's so pretty for a living lady. Cecile.