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piosenniel · 07-02-2002, 10:17 AM

'Gandalf, you say?', queried Holly to Bird. 'I've heard of him, I think. My cousin from Buckland told me about someone named Gandalf. A kindly, older gentleman, famous for his skill with fires, smokes, and lights. Helped out in the Great War, I think she said.' She eyed the older man still engaged in conversation with the young woman. 'But a wizard? -- Well, I don't know about that!

The hobbit looked with interest toward the woman whom Bird had introduced as Bethberry. She had gotten the coffee brewed and was drinking a great cup of it with one hand, while trying to resuscitate what appeared to be the congealed remains of a former meal with the other hand.

Holly rustled through one of the packs taken off her pony and found her large skillet. Taking it, a small cask of salted butter, and a bulging burlap bag to where the woman sat stirring furiously to no effect, she greeted her.

'Well met, Bethberry!' she said smiling.'As I am enjoying some of your nice, hot water for my tea, will you allow me to help with making breakfast?' She looked into the mass in the pot, and sniffed it. 'Ah, badger stew isn't it?. Smells as if it were very tasty, in its day. Has some nice herbs in it, yes?'

Bird, who had ambled over to the fire with her, raised her eyebrows.

'Would you have a little flour or fine cornmeal, good mistress?' asked Holly, 'And perhaps I might borrow a few of your herbs for flavor, if you will. I think I can fry some of these up as an accompaniment to that admirable stew.'

She sat her skillet on a flat rock very near the cooking fire, and put three generous, hobbit sized thumb dollops of butter in it, While the butter, slowly melted, she pulled out four large bundles of moss from the burlap bag and set them near her.

'Gack! We're having fried moss for breakfast?!, exclaimed Bird, revising her estimate of the viability of the badger stew.

'No, silly,' said Holly, laughing, 'we're having these.' From the moss, she carefully unwrapped a large number of fresh, forest mushrooms.

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piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	'Gandalf, you say?', queried Holly to Bird. 'I've heard of him, I think. My cousin from Buckland told me about someone named Gandalf. A kindly, older gentleman, famous for his skill with fires, smokes, and lights. Helped out in the Great War, I think she said.' She eyed the older man still engaged in conversation with the young woman. 'But a wizard? -- Well, I don't know about that! The hobbit looked with interest toward the woman whom Bird had introduced as Bethberry. She had gotten the coffee brewed and was drinking a great cup of it with one hand, while trying to resuscitate what appeared to be the congealed remains of a former meal with the other hand. Holly rustled through one of the packs taken off her pony and found her large skillet. Taking it, a small cask of salted butter, and a bulging burlap bag to where the woman sat stirring furiously to no effect, she greeted her. 'Well met, Bethberry!' she said smiling.'As I am enjoying some of your nice, hot water for my tea, will you allow me to help with making breakfast?' She looked into the mass in the pot, and sniffed it. 'Ah, badger stew isn't it?. Smells as if it were very tasty, in its day. Has some nice herbs in it, yes?' Bird, who had ambled over to the fire with her, raised her eyebrows. 'Would you have a little flour or fine cornmeal, good mistress?' asked Holly, 'And perhaps I might borrow a few of your herbs for flavor, if you will. I think I can fry some of these up as an accompaniment to that admirable stew.' She sat her skillet on a flat rock very near the cooking fire, and put three generous, hobbit sized thumb dollops of butter in it, While the butter, slowly melted, she pulled out four large bundles of moss from the burlap bag and set them near her. 'Gack! We're having fried moss for breakfast?!, exclaimed Bird, revising her estimate of the viability of the badger stew. 'No, silly,' said Holly, laughing, 'we're having these.' From the moss, she carefully unwrapped a large number of fresh, forest mushrooms. [ July 02, 2002: 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.