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β„‹ave you heard? There's a β„›umor in Ꭶt. Ꮢetersburg... Ꮍᴱ˒ @AGrandDuchess, α΄΅'α΅›α΄± ᢠᴼᡁᴺᴰ ᡞᴼᡁ ᴬᡀ ᴸᴬ˒ᡀ... π”Έπ•”π•”π•šπ••π•–π•Ÿπ•₯𝕒𝕝 π”Ύπ•£π•’π•Ÿπ•• π”»π•¦π•œπ•– {#Anastasia} {#Ꭷwl}

St. Petersburg, Russia
Joined June 2017
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π’π‘πž 𝐬𝐦𝐒π₯πžπβ€¦ γ…€ ––An independant portrayal of Dmitry, the Russian Con from the Anastasia story. Themes from the movie and musical will be present. β €β € γ…€ … 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐈 π›π¨π°πžπ. β†Ί & β™‘
For once, Dmitry isn't covered in flour or batter. He cleaned himself up to go on this walk with his wife and their dog. "Not bad day despite it being mid January, hm?" Paris' weather was thankfully less frigid than Russia's in the winter time.
Those are her sisters favorites, they would really enjoy that if delivered to the chΓ’teau. "Hello yourself," Anastasia said with a smile and stops to press a kiss to his cheek, picking Pooka in her arms for pets and kisses.
He doesn’t anticipate they’ll get Nicky back until they pay a hefty ransom. Rum balls ought to do it. But for now, here comes the Duke with their pup in tow. β€œHello, Princess~.”
Of course she doesn't mind! It's a good thing too, Nicky hasn't spent much time with his aunts lately.
Does she mind terribly if he and Pooka come? Their son has been kidnapped by his aunts and it’s thus unavailable.
Hazard about being a chef? Accidentally slicing his hand with a knife. He is: on his way to find a medic.
"I think we can do that," Dmitry said, tying up his own apron. Both of them had a hard time saying 'no' to their son. The boy wasn't spoiled, but he was certainly indulged. "I'll get the stove warmed, can you two get the ingredients whipped up?"
β€œPapa, can we make oladi?” The little one asked after tugging on his father’s sleeve. Russian pancakes sounded wonderful to start their morning, and Anastasia found it difficult to say no to her son. β€œWell? What do you think?” She asked her husband.
They're both here to help, eh? … Why not? Hands them both aprons, kisses his wife's cheek, and ruffles his son's hair. "Okay, all. What are we thinking of making?"
She’s here to help! (And a younger chef in the making too.)
Pretty much everyone they know. Rum balls are the easiest thing that he can make en masse.
Okay! Then she will be glad to help! Now, are these to be presented to the staff and family members? Friends too?
No. He's bad at wrapping. That's why he's asking her for help.
Somewhat good, but if she does mess up she has a wonderful husband to teach her, no?
… how good is she at wrapping tins?
She feels just f i n e, promise! Now, tell her what she needs to do and she will; do it.
Dmitry is: cooking up a storm. And he has prepared about a million rum-balls for the holidays.