[Oddwen]

"Ah, thought Alice stalking towards the foodbar. "That was a long walk," she thought subconciously. But nevermind, food was after all, food.

Quoth the odd one:
There's nothing quite like tasty food
Nary a one will call it not good
So don't think me a fool,
If I profusively drool,
Pray hand me a towel, fellow frood.

And as she munched the last piece of cheesecake and other food that was decidedly not-hamburgers, she listened to scraps of the conversation idly. There was a musical revue gathering in one corner, a young lady with an extreme Smeagol/Gollum complex was trying to sort out her personalities in another, and several intellectual-types were trying to sort out wether Aina had wings, if Gollum was blonde, and if Tom Bombadil had pointed ears.

"Did Tom Bombadil have wings?" she queried quizzically, quickly quaffing a quart of quince. "Of course not. He had drumsticks. Extra crispy, with a side of coleslaw."

Searching around for someone to annoy - er, talk to, she espied from afar a fellow conspirator in the mischievous NMS, and ambled over.

"Dang," was one last thought. "I wish there was someway to transport my drumset into the Wight-Wide-World of Sports, then I'd show them some drums in the deep."