love is a battlefield by pat benatar in RUSSIAN

pandora leapt ballerina style from the bushes, “my love! my one true love! there you are!”

jeanne groaned, “what is it now?”

pandora blinked, “i just want to tell you i love you mooooost in the whoooole world >3<“

jeanne sighed and gave her a strange look, “why?”

*inhale*

“Я ищу твоей руки в священном браке, о, пожалуйста, выходи за меня, с моими недостатками! О, ты та, кто предназначен для меня, Жанна, почему мы не были отлиты вместе в гипсе судьбы? Мрамор к мрамору, восковые губы к восковым губам.”

the witch stood in silence, and walked off.

pandora let out a, “wait!”

jeanne reluctantly stopped in her tracks and turned back, “what?”

but for some reason panera bread had disappeared.