The scientist stumbles into the tavern. he didn't look like he belonged there or even belonged in there universe. But none the less he found his way to the tavern holding himself up against a wooden pole and rubbing his left temple. "Where the hell am I?" He murmured a little dizzy from his travels.
Aimee turned to him, raising her brow as she felt the man strangely resembled Belle’s father.
"Uh, you are een France, monsieur." she tried as she held a tray against her hip. "Alsace region to be exact."
"Um water will do just fine for now. Thank you. Not entirely too sure what I would want though."
“Water?" Desiree repeated it like it was something very disgusting. "Uh, sure… Don’t you want somezeeng else weeth it? We have a lot of other booze like wine, scotch, cognac, beer, ale… Any of those should be able to warm you up."
The young queen found herself entered a tavern in a village nearby a castle she was visiting. This was her time to rest and relax.
She sat down at the bar stool, looking around at the… erm. Decorations.
Behind the bar, Desiree decided to let the young woman gawk at the decorations before she’d ask if she wanted anything to drink. In the meantime she could quickly clean the tankard she just received from an empty table (along with a tip!) Once that was done she propped an elbow on the bar, and her chin in her palm.
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//Hello new followers! I see a bunch of Anna’s and Elsa’s and even a Hans out there! HIII. I would love to interact with you! Sadly, Frozen hasn’t hit the Dutch theatres yet, and I’m not following any Frozen-related blogs until I’ve seen the movie. I don’t want to spoil myself, savvy?