We’ve officially reached that annoying time of year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday you die from a heatstroke.
Necromancer old woman who summons the dead to help her out with knitting projects
"Can you fetch me the angora yarn? I’m starting a blanket for our Nancy’s newest."
And then undead Napoleon or Ghengis Khan or whatever just sigh and are like,
"The cream or the lilac?"
"The lilac, dearie."
is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to yeah fuck he’s got a knife everyone run