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

[broguery]

How very generous of you.

[say_thee_nay]

I have my moments, brother. They are simply quite frequent.

[broguery]

"Pancakes," you say?

[say_thee_nay]

Yea, verily--the finest in mortal culinary breakfast arts.

[broguery]

I'll be the judge of that.

[say_thee_nay]

Thy skepticism wounds me.

[Have a plate.]

[broguery]

Skepticism? Maybe I just wanted you to feed me.

[tries it]

[... processing...]

... Acceptable.

[say_thee_nay]

... "acceptable."

[broguery]

[SIGH]

Fine. It's good.

[say_thee_nay]

Must it e'er be a struggle for thee to express the truth?

[broguery]

[shrug. can't talk still stuffing face]

[say_thee_nay]

[... sigh.]

Do remember to chew.

[broguery]

Since when have you cooked, anyway?

[say_thee_nay]

Since I have had time enough to learn, or else risk expiration from sheer boredom.

[broguery]

A most terrible way to expire.

[say_thee_nay]

Such was my thinking.