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Folwren · 01-12-2006, 09:58 AM

Wren tucked her legs up under her and carefully sliced the strawberries. She cut around the leaves, taking out as little fruit as possible, as her own mother had shown her long before, and then did the slicing just as Ginger had asked, and placed each piece gently in the bowl.

“When does the party start, Ginger?” she asked after a long stretch of silence. “Is it going to be soon?” Ginger nodded in reply, but made no verbal answer as she put her strength into getting all the juice possible out of the lemon. Wren tilted her head sideways as she continued her work. “I think it’s going to be lots of fun, don’t you? Can Tim and I stay up late until it’s all over, do you think?”

She went on with her cutting, waiting in contented silence until Ginger had time to answer her. The hobbit finish squeezing that particular lemon and added it’s rind to the pile of others before pouring the juice into a pitcher. Wren looked up as she finished, hoping for a positive answer to her question.

01-12-2006, 09:58 AM	#11
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Wren tucked her legs up under her and carefully sliced the strawberries. She cut around the leaves, taking out as little fruit as possible, as her own mother had shown her long before, and then did the slicing just as Ginger had asked, and placed each piece gently in the bowl. “When does the party start, Ginger?” she asked after a long stretch of silence. “Is it going to be soon?” Ginger nodded in reply, but made no verbal answer as she put her strength into getting all the juice possible out of the lemon. Wren tilted her head sideways as she continued her work. “I think it’s going to be lots of fun, don’t you? Can Tim and I stay up late until it’s all over, do you think?” She went on with her cutting, waiting in contented silence until Ginger had time to answer her. The hobbit finish squeezing that particular lemon and added it’s rind to the pile of others before pouring the juice into a pitcher. Wren looked up as she finished, hoping for a positive answer to her question.