[there are so many fuckin locations man what the hell I HATE READING ON MY COMPUTER. Returns to my writing hobby.
Rosamund will cease her huffing as she catches the hint of a smile. Her lips purse and twist. VERY CROSS!!!]
Well. You shouldn't!
[Even if she is more or less also trying to stifle a smile. Sometimes you simply have to accept life is a joke.]
I can't complain either. I really hated those first few weeks with so little to do do outdoors, unless you got on a plane. [Rosamund will pick him an apple first, handing it over before taking her own.] And a break from all the seafood and burgers is really appreciated. And steaks. I love meat but it's a bit much.
[She takes a bite, and it's only as she chews does she think about Snow White.]
[ mood. also yes, very cross... very threatening. he pretends to look scolded but it completely fails, then chuckles as he shakes it off and follows her to the tree, grin on his face. ]
You'd think with all the produce we've got on this side, people would eat better... but there's quite the dearth of people who know how to cook at all. It's one way to hammer home my parents' lessons.
[ that's what his mother and father wanted to avoid for him, after all, and something he's deeply, deeply thankful for to this day. easily, he will accept the apple from her, raising it briefly in thanks, a playful half toast, before taking a bite. it's not that it's cursed! why would it be cursed! there may be mountains of produce, but at least it's good! his eyes light up a little, and his thoughts easily bubble over his head - Reminds me of home. ]
's good. [ om nom. actually, it kind of reminds him of a story of his own, though one not at all cursed, as he leans one arm against the tree and catches it up in a branch with all the easy mannerisms of a farm boy. ]
You know, there was this fruit of our companion's home that the others all tried - the way it was cultivated, it grew but once a year, so it was a fine delicacy of the island. We were treated to a fine festival as a farewell and celebration to ridding the island of a large series of problems, and that was part of the feast. I didn't have one myself, and I was glad for it.
Turns out anyone who ate it became a stumbling, giggling mess within barely three bites. I've not a damn clue what did it, but Hulkenberg, among the others, was as high as a gauntlet runner for hours. Collapsed in a heap on the table - she really tried to chase me around with one, too, the lush.
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Rosamund will cease her huffing as she catches the hint of a smile. Her lips purse and twist. VERY CROSS!!!]
Well. You shouldn't!
[Even if she is more or less also trying to stifle a smile. Sometimes you simply have to accept life is a joke.]
I can't complain either. I really hated those first few weeks with so little to do do outdoors, unless you got on a plane. [Rosamund will pick him an apple first, handing it over before taking her own.] And a break from all the seafood and burgers is really appreciated. And steaks. I love meat but it's a bit much.
[She takes a bite, and it's only as she chews does she think about Snow White.]
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You'd think with all the produce we've got on this side, people would eat better... but there's quite the dearth of people who know how to cook at all. It's one way to hammer home my parents' lessons.
[ that's what his mother and father wanted to avoid for him, after all, and something he's deeply, deeply thankful for to this day. easily, he will accept the apple from her, raising it briefly in thanks, a playful half toast, before taking a bite. it's not that it's cursed! why would it be cursed! there may be mountains of produce, but at least it's good! his eyes light up a little, and his thoughts easily bubble over his head - Reminds me of home. ]
's good. [ om nom. actually, it kind of reminds him of a story of his own, though one not at all cursed, as he leans one arm against the tree and catches it up in a branch with all the easy mannerisms of a farm boy. ]
You know, there was this fruit of our companion's home that the others all tried - the way it was cultivated, it grew but once a year, so it was a fine delicacy of the island. We were treated to a fine festival as a farewell and celebration to ridding the island of a large series of problems, and that was part of the feast. I didn't have one myself, and I was glad for it.
Turns out anyone who ate it became a stumbling, giggling mess within barely three bites. I've not a damn clue what did it, but Hulkenberg, among the others, was as high as a gauntlet runner for hours. Collapsed in a heap on the table - she really tried to chase me around with one, too, the lush.
[ FOND ] What a mess that was.