It’s peaches. But their lordships put a fork in his works: they want real blood to report. In his chair, Balhir stares at that instruction sheet. Men who write such don’t like ‘baggage,’ but the reward…
For that money, he’ll burn their docks himself.
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant, crystal, cookie, letter, money, tail, chair, bread, seed, peach, snow, rope, boat, baggage