ITP: Not Thorsday

[say_thee_nay]

[Meanwhile, at the Mess Hall...]

Well-met, my campground compatriots. I understand there have been certain... developments... within the encampment of late.

I do not know what these are. Thus, I have made pancakes.

[... there are a lot of pancakes. Partake of them and share your rumors.]

((OOC: Bedtime now, but I'll pick up old and new threads

Comments

[doctorquincy]

. . . Pancakes . . .

[say_thee_nay]

Indeed! There is no finer example of the breakfast culinary arts in all the Nine Realms.

[doctorquincy]

[mildly amused]

There isn't?

[say_thee_nay]

Hast thou ne'er partaken of pancakes, then?

[doctorquincy]

I didn't eat very many back at home, but I've had them occasionally here.

[say_thee_nay]

And... thou'rt still not convinced of their value?

[doctorquincy]

They're all right. I don't really care for the syrup, though, so I usually don't eat them.

[say_thee_nay]

...

Thou hast my deepest sympathies, then.

[doctorquincy]

. . . Thank you. I do appreciate the thought that went into making them, though.

[say_thee_nay]

'Tis but a little thing--the least I can do when seeking information from the populace.

[doctorquincy]

Have you learned anything yet?

[say_thee_nay]

Little in terms of specifics, and naught that I had not already divined for myself.

[doctorquincy]

I don't think anyone has received any direct information, which is unfortunate.

[say_thee_nay]

I am told there have been... electronically conveyed missives of some sory.

[doctorquincy]

They look like pictures out of a children's book.

[say_thee_nay]

... that is strangely ominous.