I’m reading the Mysteries of Udolpho. The characters keep being like β€œwe really need to *some French town* by nightfall, better hurry… Let’s stop for a walk in the woods and spend an hour sketching the scenery! πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒβ€

What are you doing? Why are you like this?