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The air was warm and heavy and completely filled with the sound of steady rainfall pattering the leaves of the jungle trees and the roof of the compound. Peering out of the kitchen window, Snow could see the dismal grey of the sky well enough to know that it would likely get worse before it got better. Her bright disposition could not be dampened by the weather, however. Not on this day.
Singing to herself, Snow busied herself with setting out the morning meal. She had prepared muffins and sweetbreads of every variety imaginable and happily arranged them beside a bowl of butter. Real butter, churned by herself, courtesy of the nanny goats in the pen outside. There was juice of orange and grapefruit and pineapple, as well as goat's and coconut milk. Green tea and freshly-brewed coffee. Bananas and pomegranate and sliced starfruit and mango and papaya. It was entirely possible that she had gone a bit overboard.
[OOC: Welcome to your Wednesday morning meal post, islanders. Tag Snow if you like, tag each other, have fun!]
Singing to herself, Snow busied herself with setting out the morning meal. She had prepared muffins and sweetbreads of every variety imaginable and happily arranged them beside a bowl of butter. Real butter, churned by herself, courtesy of the nanny goats in the pen outside. There was juice of orange and grapefruit and pineapple, as well as goat's and coconut milk. Green tea and freshly-brewed coffee. Bananas and pomegranate and sliced starfruit and mango and papaya. It was entirely possible that she had gone a bit overboard.
[OOC: Welcome to your Wednesday morning meal post, islanders. Tag Snow if you like, tag each other, have fun!]