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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 13, 2002 6:52:14 GMT
Eowyn sighs, wondering how to explain what a turkey could be.
She begins to walk towards the kitchen with Grubby. Once inside, the shield maiden closes the door and says, "Grubby, a turkey is a huge version of a chicken which walks around and makes the most annoying clucking sounds. Its the animal we used to keep in Rohan and Eomer made me feed them every morning. But that's not important right now."
Eowyn finds a piece of parchment and something to write with and draws a turkey. "See? This is what a turkey looks like. I believe that there is one in the shelf on the right hand side. As for how to prepare it, there's a cookbook right here which may come in helpful."
She takes out the cookbook and flips to the page where the stuffed turkey recipie is. "Do you want to take out the feathers?" she asks Grubby. "I have a feeling somebody forgot to do that when the turkey was brought here!"
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Post by Grubby on Dec 13, 2002 13:39:52 GMT
is it dead already or do I have to kill it?
she asks hopefully
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 15, 2002 10:21:14 GMT
Arrives for the feast and takes his seat at the head of the table. Helps himself to a glass of mulled wine.*
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Post by Jared on Dec 15, 2002 21:24:37 GMT
Hmm.
Alcohol is bad for you.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 16, 2002 21:10:51 GMT
Accepting rings from Sauron is bad for you!
Chasing halflings across middle earth is bad for you!
Falling in the Bruinen Ford is bad for you.
*shrugs and takes another swig*
Anyway...it's Yule time..
*Picks up a bowl of nibbles*
Care for a twiglet Rusty?
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Post by Imrel on Dec 17, 2002 0:16:45 GMT
Hey, that was good timing. You didn't even have to do any of the work.
*Im, in a festive green dress with red sash, comes up behind Rusty.*
Good to have you back, nonetheless.
*Takes a seat on WK's other side.*
I think the main course'll be out soon. It's lucky Grubby and Eo have a few Hobbits in the kitchen to help them.
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 17, 2002 0:28:12 GMT
*Arrives shortly after Imrel, wearing her blue dress again* Good evening, everybody  |
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Post by Jared on Dec 17, 2002 8:35:56 GMT
*Cringes at Im's outfit.* I prefer black. No, Witch-King... I don't intend to eat anything I've never tried before. Too dangerous. I remember too well what happened the last time it happened...  Nice outfits, girls. Too cheery, but nice. |
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Post by Imrel on Dec 17, 2002 15:01:11 GMT
Thanks Rusty, you look nice yourself. You and Witchy always seem to make those outfits work... Hey Rhia, pull up a chair.
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 17, 2002 16:59:36 GMT
Gah! Live dangerously Rusty
*Carries on nibbling twiglets nodding to Im and Rhia when they arrive.*
*Stares at Imrel, surprised by her comments*
Im, have you been at the mulled wine already?
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Post by Jared on Dec 17, 2002 18:05:35 GMT
Ha. When you wear black everyday, you can make it look alright. Or even good. Unless you've got a face that's so un-black...
And I'd prefer to keep on being undead for a few thousand more years, Witchy... rather than "live dangerously" and risk everything...
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Post by Imrel on Dec 17, 2002 22:09:34 GMT
Rusty... It's a flippin' twiglet.
*Helps herself to one.*
And no WK, I am not drunk. I'll try and refrain from complementing you Wraiths in the future...
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 17, 2002 22:25:14 GMT
*Sits down* Can someone pass me the wine, please?
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 18, 2002 7:54:50 GMT
*Passes Rhiannon the weaker bottle of mulled wine*
It's too quiet in here someone get the halflings to play something.
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Post by Zulu on Dec 18, 2002 8:03:53 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo moves through the door, removing her midnight blue cloak to reveal a snow white gown, purely virginal though the low square bodice leaves very little the the imagination, her black curls piled on her head, held in place with pins looking like small snowflakes, her lips are a deep wine red, she grins at WK:: We could always have another drinking contest.[/glow]
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