It's not. That's simply the name of it--it means to layer something. At least, that's what it's called back in Jerusalem. Over here, they call it placenta cake, and they add cheese to it.
That sounds convenient. But alas, we mortals have been charged with speaking many different tongues, and often only knowing one or two or three different ones. Sometimes more, depending on where you live.
....a death wish in what sense? A wish to die, no, if that was the case, I would've gone already. But a wish to spend more time with Death~? [he leans into his chest a bit] That, absolutely.
I should hope so~ I'd hate to concern you over such a thing. Then I'd get to spend less time with you, I'd think, and that would be such a disappointment.
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No, no, baklava. It's a dessert with pistachios, honey and dough.
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It's not. That's simply the name of it--it means to layer something. At least, that's what it's called back in Jerusalem. Over here, they call it placenta cake, and they add cheese to it.
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I have an innate understanding of all your languages, at least. What words I need to know, anyway.
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How many do you know?
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Well.
[W-Well!!!]
Less concerning... I suppose...
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rest his head on your shoulder] Fortunately for both of us, I don't particularly care what anyone else thinks.
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I care what they think even less. [he squeezes his hand, gently, threading their fingers together] I just care about you.
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