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piosenniel · 09-26-2003, 09:41 AM

Early morning at the Inn . . .

‘Ah! The first customer of the day!’

Cook had lined the loaves of bread for the day like little soldiers in formation. Her currant scones and sticky buns were piled on platters, their sugared coatings glistening in the early morning light. The ham cut in thick slices, the eggs beaten to a froth in a large bowl were both waiting in readiness in the cooler. She had only to heat up the big iron skillets and call them forth. Pots of blackberry jam, and sweet cream butter, and Gammer Daisy’s fireweed honey sat on trays on the table near the door to the common room – they would be the heralds of promising things yet to come.

She had just taken up one of the trays with the spreads on it and stepped into the Common Room intending to put the pots about on the tables, when she spied the dwarf making his way to a chair.

Balancing the tray on her hip, she sailed over to see him. He was a large fellow, and she beamed at the size of his girth. Now here was someone who knew how to eat! A Cook’s delight!

‘Begging your pardon, Master Dwarf,’ she said setting down pots of jam, honey, and butter on his table. She waited until he had finished counting whatever it was he had in his cloth square and looked up, then she pushed on. ‘Welcome to the Shire and to the Green Dragon.’ Cook looked him up and down, smiling all the while.

‘How about a little something to slake your thirst?’ she asked. ‘You look like a little parched from your travels.’ He glanced at her, considering the question. ‘And how about a hearty Shire breakfast – we’ve eggs, and tasty Shire ham, and toast and sweet morning pastries to round it all out. What say you?’

[ September 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

09-26-2003, 09:41 AM	#107
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Early morning at the Inn . . . ‘Ah! The first customer of the day!’ Cook had lined the loaves of bread for the day like little soldiers in formation. Her currant scones and sticky buns were piled on platters, their sugared coatings glistening in the early morning light. The ham cut in thick slices, the eggs beaten to a froth in a large bowl were both waiting in readiness in the cooler. She had only to heat up the big iron skillets and call them forth. Pots of blackberry jam, and sweet cream butter, and Gammer Daisy’s fireweed honey sat on trays on the table near the door to the common room – they would be the heralds of promising things yet to come. She had just taken up one of the trays with the spreads on it and stepped into the Common Room intending to put the pots about on the tables, when she spied the dwarf making his way to a chair. Balancing the tray on her hip, she sailed over to see him. He was a large fellow, and she beamed at the size of his girth. Now here was someone who knew how to eat! A Cook’s delight! ‘Begging your pardon, Master Dwarf,’ she said setting down pots of jam, honey, and butter on his table. She waited until he had finished counting whatever it was he had in his cloth square and looked up, then she pushed on. ‘Welcome to the Shire and to the Green Dragon.’ Cook looked him up and down, smiling all the while. ‘How about a little something to slake your thirst?’ she asked. ‘You look like a little parched from your travels.’ He glanced at her, considering the question. ‘And how about a hearty Shire breakfast – we’ve eggs, and tasty Shire ham, and toast and sweet morning pastries to round it all out. What say you?’ [ September 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.