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Post by The Witch King on Oct 11, 2002 10:35:25 GMT
Yes! And preferably today!
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Oct 11, 2002 10:59:22 GMT
"As you wish, Sir," Eowyn replies as she goes of to the kitchen.
"Cook! Are the shrimps with bloody dressings as well as the Winged Beast's brain with poisonous mashed potatoes ready?" Eowyn shouts.
Seomela winces slightly at how gruesome the dishes sounded and goes to check on the cook. She returns soon enough, hardly balancing the two heavy plates.
"Is this it?" she asks her cousin.
"Yes it is, now could you please help me deliver it to these guests?" Eowyn asks, taking the black ivory plate with winged beasts brain and the poisonous mashed potatoe, leaving Seomela struggling with not spilling the bloody dressings for the Numenorean shrimps.
The two Eorlings go out of the kitchen to the Witch King's table and set the plates down.
"Would you like some more wine, whisky, beer or black breath?" Seomela asks.
MEANWHILE...
Runila had left the kitchen shortly after Seomela and Eowyn to go check on those "Elves". She had a plate of Elven buiscuits in one hand and set it down on their table.
"Would you like any special Elven punch?" she asks.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 11, 2002 11:16:53 GMT
*His mouth waters at the sight of the plate of brains and mash. Addresses the waitress without looking up.*
Get me some more wine.
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Post by Elidor on Oct 11, 2002 13:51:32 GMT
"Would you like any special Elven punch?" she asks.No...my cover's been blown. *looks gloomy* Give me something strong to go with this elf food. |
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Post by Jared on Oct 11, 2002 14:35:23 GMT
Black ale, quick. Or I'll curse this place.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 11, 2002 18:16:04 GMT
*Mashes up the brains and potato and chews thoughtfully studying Jar and Eli.*
So are you pair secretely dating?
Is this where you've been sneaking off to on a friday night?
*chuckles to himself*
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Post by Elidor on Oct 12, 2002 2:53:30 GMT
*coughs and threw up*
Me and Jared? The elven food is already making me sick. Don't say stuff that makes me even sicker.
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Post by Jared on Oct 12, 2002 5:23:31 GMT
Nah. I was bored.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 12, 2002 7:48:52 GMT
*Gives an evil laugh, enjoying nothing more then winding them up.*
This could prove to be quite an entertaining evening after all.
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Post by Jared on Oct 12, 2002 8:10:48 GMT
Believe what you want.
At least I don't throw people away, do I? I come on down with Eli because I was bored, and because I reckoned it'd be a courtesy since I've known her for so long.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 12, 2002 8:13:30 GMT
And what is that supposed to mean?
*Shouts across the resturant not caring who hears.*
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Post by Jared on Oct 12, 2002 8:22:17 GMT
Nothing.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 12, 2002 9:14:14 GMT
*Picks up his chair and returns to the wriaths table.*
Jared you are so infuriating!
Tell me what you meant by that comment.
Who have I thrown away?
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Post by Jared on Oct 12, 2002 9:39:44 GMT
Nah. You don't care anyway.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Oct 12, 2002 12:21:03 GMT
"No problem," Eowyn says as she hurries away to get the wine.
Runila eyes him suspicioulsy for a moment and then goes to get the black ale.
"Red wine, I believe," Eowyn says as she brings a bottle which freakily enough reminds her of a metal club filled with spikes.
Runila returns with the ale as well as some roasted cockroaches. "I believe you wouldn't mind tasting some Mordor delicatessen as well," she says.
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