At Your Service

never talk to the fae, theyre rude as you know what. 

madamofthehouse‌:

“Twice,” the Madam said simply. “Twice the amount of money. That’s the cost of whole-assing something. What on earth do you need them all for?”

“Right, same thing,” Thomas agreed, waving one hand dismissively. He clearly hadn’t done the math and it was equally clear that he wasn’t the least bit concerned about it. What even were numbers? “I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t some weird new sex thing, I swear. It’s for a good cause!” He paused. “A different good cause. I’m going to throw them in the lake!”

madamofthehouse‌:

“You understand this makes you insane.”

“Why?” Thomas frowned. “I guess I may not need all six tons of live oysters, but why half-ass something like this when I can whole-ass it for a little more money?”