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I would appreciate it very much if you could answer these questions as honestly as possible (especially if you a lady). I promise I'm not judging, this is an experiment.

So the questions are:

Do you prefer gentlemen with or without nice smiles?

Do you prefer gentlemen with or without exotic-sounding accents?

Do you prefer gentlemen with or without beards?

Are there some faces that are better suited towards beards?

And finally:

Beards are terrible, all men should shave?

And do you prefer:

Or?

Blimey, my Aunt Alberta should be part of this questionaiire, sometimes she gets a bit of hair on her top lip....wait, that's Susan, not Peter.

I can't seem to take it down.

....I would like to say, right now, that I do not think Susan has a beard.

[ooc: Please please please pretend that I didn't mess up and that Peter's picture was there all along, thank you ;__;]

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I didn't! I would've given it back if he'd come back!

But still there was no permission involved! You scared him away and took it.

You make it sound as though I meant to chase him off! I only wanted to ask him for help!

He clearly saw your nose first.

He did not. And there were plenty of things I did steal that day, but that bow wasn't one of--

...Er.

Rosella, you're a terrible thief if you can't even keep quiet about what you do steal.

Honestly. I stole from an ogre, and he stole it first, so it doesn't really count as stealing, anyway.

Of course it counts as stealing.

I gave it back to its rightful owner in the end. It was returning.

Did you return the bow, as well?

...Well.

...terrible thief.

I'm not a thief! And even if I were, I wouldn't be a terrible one!

Somewhere Cupid can't do his job.

There were only two arrows left, anyway. I couldn't have hindered him that much.

True love, thwarted by Princess Rosella.

I didn't mean to! And I had to go home, anyway, and it wasn't really true love, either.

Clearly not when you use it, at least.

Well, I had to catch the unicorn somehow. And I had to get away from Lolotte somehow, too. And I'd already had more than enough of love at first sight that day, anyway, after--no, that's it, I'm not saying another word. I'm not.

Are you certain?

I'm certain I'm not on that subject.

I feel like you might be desperate to share.

I've already given it more than enough thought, thank you very much. You won't pry it out of me.

If you insist.

His name was Ed, too.