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piosenniel · 01-17-2004, 01:14 PM

Buttercup

As she walled at a quick pace toward the kitchen with her empty tray, Buttercup saw Hawthorne, her cheeks crimsoned, set down her tray of dishes and slink over to the door. Her own cheeks reddened at the sight, and she spoke out, unthinking. ‘Now if that don’t beat all! She’s gone off in the midst of “helping” and left me to handle the dinner crowd alone!’

Thinking on how Cook might handle this ‘situation’, Buttercup walked up to the table where the newcomer stood at bar with his ale. ‘Sir, I know you’re a guest here for the moment, but you look a like man who’s been drafted into helping out in situations before.’ She looked him up and down in an appraising manner. ‘I’ll need your strong arms to carry out a few necessary things if I’m to get this crowd fed.’ She motioned for him to follow, and in passing, directed the Innkeeper, ‘if she pleased . . .” of course, to clear off the bar top.

Aramil proved a handy fellow as he carried out stacks of plates and bowls and eating utensils, followed by the great platters of sliced venison and pots of vegetables and baskets of bread with accompanying butter that Buttercup prepared for the ‘boofay’ as she called it.

‘Come and get more if it’s needed, sir,’ she directed him. And after your done with your own meal, I’ll be needing some help with the dishes if you don’t mind . . .’

From the kitchen she could hear Miz Aman calling out in the Common Room for the hungry horde to 'Come and get it!'

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01-17-2004, 01:14 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Buttercup As she walled at a quick pace toward the kitchen with her empty tray, Buttercup saw Hawthorne, her cheeks crimsoned, set down her tray of dishes and slink over to the door. Her own cheeks reddened at the sight, and she spoke out, unthinking. ‘Now if that don’t beat all! She’s gone off in the midst of “helping” and left me to handle the dinner crowd alone!’ Thinking on how Cook might handle this ‘situation’, Buttercup walked up to the table where the newcomer stood at bar with his ale. ‘Sir, I know you’re a guest here for the moment, but you look a like man who’s been drafted into helping out in situations before.’ She looked him up and down in an appraising manner. ‘I’ll need your strong arms to carry out a few necessary things if I’m to get this crowd fed.’ She motioned for him to follow, and in passing, directed the Innkeeper, ‘if she pleased . . .” of course, to clear off the bar top. Aramil proved a handy fellow as he carried out stacks of plates and bowls and eating utensils, followed by the great platters of sliced venison and pots of vegetables and baskets of bread with accompanying butter that Buttercup prepared for the ‘boofay’ as she called it. ‘Come and get more if it’s needed, sir,’ she directed him. And after your done with your own meal, I’ll be needing some help with the dishes if you don’t mind . . .’ From the kitchen she could hear Miz Aman calling out in the Common Room for the hungry horde to 'Come and get it!' <font size=1 color=339966>[ 2:26 PM January 17, 2004: 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.