[......................Meat. Meaf, if you will. Lobelia blinks back at Vergilius, and just. Shakes his head. How could such a fascinating man have such pedestrian taste?]
How often do you dine out, mon cher? You're going to make me cry...
[Do they not have restaurants in The City??? Truly a hellhole.]
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How often do you dine out, mon cher? You're going to make me cry...
[Do they not have restaurants in The City??? Truly a hellhole.]