Ooh, I see, so you're really looking for a limerick about Diluc like that first one I sent. Of course!
[ an eternity later, she sends this: ]
Diluc of Dawn Winery has no shortage of coins Yet when I go shopping, he never joins He would rather not roam And wants to stay home To show me the fire of his loins
How's that?
[ Sure, her face is burning up while writing this, and it took her a whole afternoon to find the right words, but maybe now that she has indulged Venti with this, he'll spare her from any further comment about fiery loins and whatnot. (He won't.) ]
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[ an eternity later, she sends this: ]
Diluc of Dawn Winery has no shortage of coins
Yet when I go shopping, he never joins
He would rather not roam
And wants to stay home
To show me the fire of his loins
How's that?
[ Sure, her face is burning up while writing this, and it took her a whole afternoon to find the right words, but maybe now that she has indulged Venti with this, he'll spare her from any further comment about fiery loins and whatnot. (He won't.) ]