As you may already know, I have a strong enjoyment of hot chocolate.
Thus, you can imagine that spilling it...especially at the hands of Berdly...would be an unpleasant affair.
I remained quiet during the incident, ignoring his profuse, ironic apologies,
but as soon as I was able to, I began to play the piano in mourning for my innocent broken cup.
Return home.
The rest of the songs.