The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

piosenniel · 04-16-2005, 11:56 PM

Cook unwound her towel and put it into the dirty linens basket, motioning for Ginger and Buttercup to do the same. ‘See to a pot of tea, girls,’ she directed the two servers. From the sideboard she took a blue plate covered with a yellow napkin.

‘Here’s the cookies, as I promised,’ she said, putting them down on the table and removing the covering.

‘Sorry about hitting you,’ said Buttercup, setting a mug in front of Derufin and pouring him some steaming tea. She gave him a little smile and nodded toward Ginger. ‘It was fun, though! And you should have seen Cook! She’s a right terror with a tea towel in her hands.’

Cook grinned, herself, acknowledging that she had learned from her older brothers how to defend herself in a towel fight. ‘Took me back a fair number of years! The old gal can still handle herself even against a pair of nimble youngsters!’

Chairs were pulled up round the table, enough for the two men and the three ladies. Cook directed Ginger to bring an additional plate of cookies for them all. Anyopâ and Derufin were treated to the full tale of the fight and who had struck the most blows and who the most accurate.

The kettle was kept on the hob and the teapot refilled as needed. For the most part Ginger and Buttercup were quiet, taking it all in. Cook, with the gentle prodding of Derufin and the downing of a number of cups of tea laced with brandy, told several stories from her earlier years that left them quite agog.

04-16-2005, 11:56 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Cook unwound her towel and put it into the dirty linens basket, motioning for Ginger and Buttercup to do the same. ‘See to a pot of tea, girls,’ she directed the two servers. From the sideboard she took a blue plate covered with a yellow napkin. ‘Here’s the cookies, as I promised,’ she said, putting them down on the table and removing the covering. ‘Sorry about hitting you,’ said Buttercup, setting a mug in front of Derufin and pouring him some steaming tea. She gave him a little smile and nodded toward Ginger. ‘It was fun, though! And you should have seen Cook! She’s a right terror with a tea towel in her hands.’ Cook grinned, herself, acknowledging that she had learned from her older brothers how to defend herself in a towel fight. ‘Took me back a fair number of years! The old gal can still handle herself even against a pair of nimble youngsters!’ Chairs were pulled up round the table, enough for the two men and the three ladies. Cook directed Ginger to bring an additional plate of cookies for them all. Anyopâ and Derufin were treated to the full tale of the fight and who had struck the most blows and who the most accurate. The kettle was kept on the hob and the teapot refilled as needed. For the most part Ginger and Buttercup were quiet, taking it all in. Cook, with the gentle prodding of Derufin and the downing of a number of cups of tea laced with brandy, told several stories from her earlier years that left them quite agog.