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piosenniel · 02-25-2003, 02:41 PM

Prim, the Innkeeper

The new Innkeeper’s gaze swept the room with satisfaction. Everything was in place for the dinner party. The staff was dressed in clean clothes and sparkling aprons; the tables looked wonderful and inviting – awaiting only the placing of the platters of food on them. There were fresh bouquets of flowers everywhere, sending their subtle scents into the air. The entire Common room gleamed in readiness.

Prim stepped out to the front porch of the Inn and tacked a rather large notice on the door. The Inn would be closed this evening for a private dinner party. But if anyone were thirsty and required a pint before heading home, then would they please step round to the greensward near the stable, Hob Hamfast had been recruited to be provisional outdoor barkeep for the evening for any regulars stopping by. She straightened the notice, tacking it down securely on the bottom as well as the top, and went back into the Common Room.

Guests were starting to arrive for the party. That is, Miz Amaranthas had just swept in the door with Mistress Piosenniel, and seated herself at the small table by the fire, her eyes roving the room for interesting persons to comment on. Prim admired the old Hobbit. Smart as a whip, though her tongue could also sting like one should you happen to rub her the wrong way. Wicked sense of humor! Prim watched her, perched like a little queen on the edge of her chair in her lovely green dress.

Prim had changed into a nice dress, too, for the party, though for the most part, it would be covered by her apron. A deep violet bodice and skirt, with light violet primroses embroidered along the neck and hem. She was glad the guests that Cami had invited were less of the troublesome variety that often came to the Inn. Otherwise she would worry about staining her dress with slopped wine or ale.

She noted that Pio was looking about in the kitchen for something, in the big stone cooler. Chilled wine, one of those bottles from the far east. ‘Here let me help you Miz Pio. I know right where they are. You go sit with your guest and I’ll bring it to the both of you.’ Pio thanked her, and returned to the table with Amaranthas.

[ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

02-25-2003, 02:41 PM	#22
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Prim, the Innkeeper The new Innkeeper’s gaze swept the room with satisfaction. Everything was in place for the dinner party. The staff was dressed in clean clothes and sparkling aprons; the tables looked wonderful and inviting – awaiting only the placing of the platters of food on them. There were fresh bouquets of flowers everywhere, sending their subtle scents into the air. The entire Common room gleamed in readiness. Prim stepped out to the front porch of the Inn and tacked a rather large notice on the door. The Inn would be closed this evening for a private dinner party. But if anyone were thirsty and required a pint before heading home, then would they please step round to the greensward near the stable, Hob Hamfast had been recruited to be provisional outdoor barkeep for the evening for any regulars stopping by. She straightened the notice, tacking it down securely on the bottom as well as the top, and went back into the Common Room. Guests were starting to arrive for the party. That is, Miz Amaranthas had just swept in the door with Mistress Piosenniel, and seated herself at the small table by the fire, her eyes roving the room for interesting persons to comment on. Prim admired the old Hobbit. Smart as a whip, though her tongue could also sting like one should you happen to rub her the wrong way. Wicked sense of humor! Prim watched her, perched like a little queen on the edge of her chair in her lovely green dress. Prim had changed into a nice dress, too, for the party, though for the most part, it would be covered by her apron. A deep violet bodice and skirt, with light violet primroses embroidered along the neck and hem. She was glad the guests that Cami had invited were less of the troublesome variety that often came to the Inn. Otherwise she would worry about staining her dress with slopped wine or ale. She noted that Pio was looking about in the kitchen for something, in the big stone cooler. Chilled wine, one of those bottles from the far east. ‘Here let me help you Miz Pio. I know right where they are. You go sit with your guest and I’ll bring it to the both of you.’ Pio thanked her, and returned to the table with Amaranthas. [ February 27, 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.