The Gig, Sunday
There were no onions at the Gig today, talking or otherwise.
Actually... that wasn't entirely accurate. There was a bowl of French Onion soup (not that she was aware of that being its name, of course) sitting on a haybale, spoon resting beside it as if it was waiting for her.
After a curious sniff at the contents of the bowl, Firekeeper dug in. She didn't know if the provider of the soup was Dani or Fandom, but it was free food, so she was hardly going to argue.
Blind Seer just grumbled about how come he didn't get any food? Firekeeper offered to share her soup, but he didn't seem interested.
[the gig is open!]
Actually... that wasn't entirely accurate. There was a bowl of French Onion soup (not that she was aware of that being its name, of course) sitting on a haybale, spoon resting beside it as if it was waiting for her.
After a curious sniff at the contents of the bowl, Firekeeper dug in. She didn't know if the provider of the soup was Dani or Fandom, but it was free food, so she was hardly going to argue.
Blind Seer just grumbled about how come he didn't get any food? Firekeeper offered to share her soup, but he didn't seem interested.
[the gig is open!]