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Another Tuesday found me in the kitchen, trying to think as I worked. I'd been puzzling over a book the shelf in the rec room had yielded me, written in an arcane dialect of D'Angeline, and was still holding it in one hand as I stirred a pot of oatmeal. Bowls of fruit were already set out behind me, and the coffee pot was bubbling. I had bacon laid out which I would start frying once the oatmeal was done, and a batch of scones from the previous day's breakfast was on a plate with butter and honey beside.
I came across an unfamiliar word and stopped, trying to work it out. A minute or two of thinking had given me no results, and so I put the book down with a little noise of frustration and got up off my stool, turning another of the stove's flames on and putting the pan of bacon on to fry. Apparently cooking and reading did not mix, and I was not in the mood to annoy myself further. While the bacon cooked I picked at a piece of pineapple, my thoughts turning to the situation between Alcuin, James, Greg and myself. I hated being in the middle of such tangled (and potentially violent-- I'd heard about James's split lip and didn't think I needed to guess who'd given it to him) interactions, and did I not feel partially responsible for causing it in the first place, I would likely have avoided the entire situation and everyone involved.
I turned the bacon over in the pan, musing to myself, practically oblivious to the people who were starting to come in for breakfast.
breakfast post. tag each other if you can, as i'm working so tags will be a little slow. but tag phedre if you like, she's missed you!
I came across an unfamiliar word and stopped, trying to work it out. A minute or two of thinking had given me no results, and so I put the book down with a little noise of frustration and got up off my stool, turning another of the stove's flames on and putting the pan of bacon on to fry. Apparently cooking and reading did not mix, and I was not in the mood to annoy myself further. While the bacon cooked I picked at a piece of pineapple, my thoughts turning to the situation between Alcuin, James, Greg and myself. I hated being in the middle of such tangled (and potentially violent-- I'd heard about James's split lip and didn't think I needed to guess who'd given it to him) interactions, and did I not feel partially responsible for causing it in the first place, I would likely have avoided the entire situation and everyone involved.
I turned the bacon over in the pan, musing to myself, practically oblivious to the people who were starting to come in for breakfast.
breakfast post. tag each other if you can, as i'm working so tags will be a little slow. but tag phedre if you like, she's missed you!