I know Jamie is aesthetically pleasing. I know this on an intellectual level. But on a purely hormonal, loins-driven level, I want to climb Dougal like a tree.
Also, it’s 1743 where the fuck did you think that money was going to go? jfc. (no sassenach sympathy here).Edit: And I can attest that Culloden is a fucking creepy, depressing place. I genuinely don’t like spending time there.