As the Cook frowns at some unpalatable spice in the soup, another Cook, having made their separate way to the kitchen, gives them a gentle tap on the shoulder. An unfamiliar figure detaches itself from the gatehouse shadows and reveals itself to be a visiting Guest. The Porter looks up from a comfortable spot by the guardroom fireplace and waves the figure past.
Wednesday, June 03, 2015
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mideg:
05-06-2015 08:34:58 UTC
The Lord, the Lady, the Porter, a dry red, dirty boots, a drop of water.
mideg:
I offer to carve the Cook.