Sophia scraped the last of her pie onto her fork and swallowed with relish. Nothing beat Strawberry pie at a party with a nice glass of wine... She drained her glass. Spying the Saucepan Man across the room she stood up.
"I'll be right back," she said to her group. It was just Alatariel and Thoriel looking bored and Fin who was slowly emptying the contents of the wine bottle, first into his glass and then into his stomach. She laughed at him as she went past, making a mental note to stay sober as long as possible.
She found the Saucepan Man near the bar, looking curiously at a mirrorball and a large pot on the table in front of him. "Hello, friend!" she greeted him cheerily. She'd have hugged him, but she doubted it was possible to fight her way through all the saucepans.
"How goes the evening?" she asked him, puzzled as to the purpose of the mirrorball and the caldron.
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Mithadan ]
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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