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Flavor of the Day 08/06/11 - Moxie and Blueberry Yogurt #14. A Miracle
with Butterscotch, Hot Fudge, and Sprinkles
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1100-ish
Word Count : 291
Gummy Prompt : origfic_bingo August Card - medical treatment
Word of the Day : Moxie - Vigor; verve; pep.
For Casino Night : butterscotch/hot fudge/cherry
“Berwyk?” It was the girl from the stall next to his, poking her pretty little blonde head in among his wares.
Berwyk been watching her set up all morning and her coming to snoop about his shop was most fortunate indeed as it was saving him from having to make the first move, as he’d only just managed to talk himself into doing. But instead of telling her so, he answered with a nonchalant smile. “That’s what it says on the sign, isn’t it?”
She glanced back at the sign as if expecting it might have changed in the last few seconds. “It also says you’re selling a Magical Brew.”
“Cure’s whatever ails you.”
The girl raised a brow. “Does it now.”
“Indeed,” said Berwyk, as if she’d really been asking. “It’s right here on the sign,” he added, leaning over the counter to tap the painted wood. “Right here under this other part you seem to have missed.”
The girl looked again, and Berwyk had to wonder if the handful of words printed there had taken to multiplying or if she had the memory of a fly. “So, are you?” she said, in the same doubtful tone with which she’d referred to his tonics.
“Am I what?”
“Magnificent.”
“Well…” Berwyk ducked under the counter and came back up with one of the jars he saved for just such occasions. He tapped the sigil on the bottom and out sprang a half dozen freshly animated butterflies to flutter about the girl’s head. “You tell me.”
She giggled as the butterflies flitted past her this way and that, but as soon as they’d danced away, the skeptical pout settled back into place. “I think I’ll take a bit more convincing than that.”
with Butterscotch, Hot Fudge, and Sprinkles
Story : knights & necromancers
Rating : G
Timeframe : 1100-ish
Word Count : 291
Gummy Prompt : origfic_bingo August Card - medical treatment
Word of the Day : Moxie - Vigor; verve; pep.
For Casino Night : butterscotch/hot fudge/cherry
“Berwyk?” It was the girl from the stall next to his, poking her pretty little blonde head in among his wares.
Berwyk been watching her set up all morning and her coming to snoop about his shop was most fortunate indeed as it was saving him from having to make the first move, as he’d only just managed to talk himself into doing. But instead of telling her so, he answered with a nonchalant smile. “That’s what it says on the sign, isn’t it?”
She glanced back at the sign as if expecting it might have changed in the last few seconds. “It also says you’re selling a Magical Brew.”
“Cure’s whatever ails you.”
The girl raised a brow. “Does it now.”
“Indeed,” said Berwyk, as if she’d really been asking. “It’s right here on the sign,” he added, leaning over the counter to tap the painted wood. “Right here under this other part you seem to have missed.”
The girl looked again, and Berwyk had to wonder if the handful of words printed there had taken to multiplying or if she had the memory of a fly. “So, are you?” she said, in the same doubtful tone with which she’d referred to his tonics.
“Am I what?”
“Magnificent.”
“Well…” Berwyk ducked under the counter and came back up with one of the jars he saved for just such occasions. He tapped the sigil on the bottom and out sprang a half dozen freshly animated butterflies to flutter about the girl’s head. “You tell me.”
She giggled as the butterflies flitted past her this way and that, but as soon as they’d danced away, the skeptical pout settled back into place. “I think I’ll take a bit more convincing than that.”