RP: One can only have so much pasta
Date: March 13, 1999
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Roger Davies
Location: The 3B
Status: Public-ish
Summary: Alicia is hungry and hopes Roger is as well.
Completion: Incomplete
Alicia stared morosely at her pantry for a few minutes. Her stomach grumbled, but it sounded more like a protest than a call for food. She didn't know if she could stomach pasta again. Even with the running, she felt a bit heavier and more sluggish than normal for eating it for the last few weeks. She just hadn't had the money after the trip with Oliver to eat out as much, so that meant cooking- so that meant pasta or going hungry. When she could afford it again, she was going to have to take cooking classes, or something, because she was a grown woman, and she couldn't feed herself properly. She thought about asking her mother for help, but then remembered that her dad was always the cook, and wrinkled her nose slightly at the memory of wilted salads and boiled pasta. It was all too familiar.
Learning to cook would take time, though, and she was hungry now. She walked over to her bedroom where her bag was lying on the bed and removed the coin pouch, counting the coins until she was satisfied that she could afford some food out. She'd neglected herself enough in the last two weeks that she could manage now. In fact, by her next pay packet, she should be back to normal. Not normal enough to get that broom, but still.
She slung her bag over her shoulder after replacing the coin pouch. She'd get something from Rosmerta's, probably, because the food was hearty and cheap for the quantity they served. Maybe she could even bring some home for dinner tomorrow.
Alicia was halfway out of the building when she thought that some company might be nice, and she immediately thought of Roger. Turning on her heel as she decided, she took the steps two at a time so she could knock on his door.
"Hey, Davies," she said when he opened the door. "Are you busy? Fancy dinner at the Three Broomsticks?"
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Roger Davies
Location: The 3B
Status: Public-ish
Summary: Alicia is hungry and hopes Roger is as well.
Completion: Incomplete
Alicia stared morosely at her pantry for a few minutes. Her stomach grumbled, but it sounded more like a protest than a call for food. She didn't know if she could stomach pasta again. Even with the running, she felt a bit heavier and more sluggish than normal for eating it for the last few weeks. She just hadn't had the money after the trip with Oliver to eat out as much, so that meant cooking- so that meant pasta or going hungry. When she could afford it again, she was going to have to take cooking classes, or something, because she was a grown woman, and she couldn't feed herself properly. She thought about asking her mother for help, but then remembered that her dad was always the cook, and wrinkled her nose slightly at the memory of wilted salads and boiled pasta. It was all too familiar.
Learning to cook would take time, though, and she was hungry now. She walked over to her bedroom where her bag was lying on the bed and removed the coin pouch, counting the coins until she was satisfied that she could afford some food out. She'd neglected herself enough in the last two weeks that she could manage now. In fact, by her next pay packet, she should be back to normal. Not normal enough to get that broom, but still.
She slung her bag over her shoulder after replacing the coin pouch. She'd get something from Rosmerta's, probably, because the food was hearty and cheap for the quantity they served. Maybe she could even bring some home for dinner tomorrow.
Alicia was halfway out of the building when she thought that some company might be nice, and she immediately thought of Roger. Turning on her heel as she decided, she took the steps two at a time so she could knock on his door.
"Hey, Davies," she said when he opened the door. "Are you busy? Fancy dinner at the Three Broomsticks?"