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Subject: *At the kitchen, Rudd takes a sharp left.* Well, this'll be my stop mates. See you in a few. *He reaches deep within a front pocket.* Now wheres that recipe... hmm.. no... ah, here we go! *He pulls out a small piece of crumpled paper and unfolds it, the writing contrasts horribly with anything legible, scribbled all over, no straight lines present, and watermarks blotching it in random places. Rudd however, seems able to read this, as he begins to rummage around for ingredients.*

Author: Rudd

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 15:49:36 12/01/04 Wed In reply to: Kit 's message, "*Aunt Ella actually smiles and leads the way into the house. There's a narrow corridor running through the centre of the small building and as she leads them through the Otterwife points out the various rooms.* Livin' room on t'right, bedrooms up t'stairs striaight ahead o'ye an' the kitchen, *she gestures to the left* is o'er 'ere. Make yerselves at 'ome. *She frowns in her traditional expression to add, * an' act as if it were YER 'ome please - no 'ooliganism. *With that she walks into the kitchen, pointing out where everything is to those who follow her. Kit, left standing in the corridor, breathes a sigh of relief.* That was...thank ye maties! *She grins* Anybeast want t'avoid the Aunt an' 'elp me set up some eatin' area arrangements an' the like in the livin' room?" on 02:33:23 12/01/04 Wed [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]