"Yes, white. She made it her signature. Though she does branch out into other colors for specific occasions or purposes."
A long, palate cleansing drain of her 'beer' ends in a satisfied sigh. I lick some of the fish oil from my lips while imagining the experience.
I had been ordered not to 'drink' after an incident in my youth and for the most part I have kept to that promise I once made. For the most part.
"The red blouse you're wearing is similar to pieces and accessories she's favored. Her hair and skin tone makes the color pop. Ah, so jealous…"
I paused mid-bite after her words, staring at the remaining red roe on the platter.
The evaluation of hers was right, of course. But it only makes me feel…
> You're wondering if I stood next to her, would it match? Yes, it would. She's beautiful but Helene is actually rather attractive when she is cleaned up. Now, can you stop *pairing* us for maybe even an hour? <
