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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 14:18:14 GMT -5
"From the look on Ser Allard's face, I'd say you were a cutter of men milord," Summer replied, "But I imagine the skills of a chef, and Lord of the small council are much the same. So many pots to keep simmering... all the time. Knowing when to add just the right spice to keep things interesting." "You clearly have little understand for the small council, they wish a bland dish that still some how pleases the entire realm." Piers replied. Summer frowned, "Well, my mom always use to say, "I'll cook it to MY taste, and if you don't like it, go to bed without." |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 14:19:16 GMT -5
Tomas looked at her, and said, "I have no fucking understanding of you at all." "Then maybe we should get acquainted with each other a little more," Lyelle replied. "Of course it would help if I knew more about you." |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 14:28:12 GMT -5
Summer frowned, "Well, my mom always use to say, "I'll cook it to MY taste, and if you don't like it, go to bed without." Piers raised an eyebrow, "You seem like the type of girl who got sent to bed quite often." He smiled at her, and scanned the crowd as if listening to something. |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 14:38:33 GMT -5
"Then maybe we should get acquainted with each other a little more," Lyelle replied. "Of course it would help if I knew more about you." Tomas waved her away, "Go talk to a boy. Your are becoming an irritating tick." |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 14:39:12 GMT -5
She smiled. 'But is that not more for a man? why should i sink to finding some one other than my husband? i was brought up to believe that it was forbidden.' "Forbidden only truly means tempting." Jast replied with a dark chuckle. |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 14:42:07 GMT -5
Tomas waved her away, "Go talk to a boy. Your are becoming an irritating tick." "Oh am I now?" Lyelle asked, some steel in her voice. "Well maybe that's because you're just a big, stupid, mean man." She turned as if to go away. |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 14:43:38 GMT -5
Tomas returns to his ale.
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 14:43:53 GMT -5
Lyelle rolls her eyes and walks off.
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 15, 2011 14:46:29 GMT -5
'Well, for me to have a lover from my husband, i have to at least be married first of all.'
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 14:49:00 GMT -5
Summer frowned, "Well, my mom always use to say, "I'll cook it to MY taste, and if you don't like it, go to bed without." Piers raised an eyebrow, "You seem like the type of girl who got sent to bed quite often." He smiled at her, and scanned the crowd as if listening to something. "Some times sent, and other times brought to bed milord," Summer replied, before stopping and listening as well. Survival: 55 +Awareness |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 15:26:29 GMT -5
'Well, for me to have a lover from my husband, i have to at least be married first of all.' Jast nodded, "I am sure your father's works to arrange your wedding are procedding as planned." |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 15:31:10 GMT -5
"Some times sent, and other times brought to bed milord," Summer replied, before stopping and listening as well. Survival: 55 +Awareness All she could hear were the occasional cries of the announcements of the houses entering the feast. "Your mother sounds a strict woman." Piers replied, and eyed her warmly, "Did that lead you to rebeling against her authority, or falling into submission." |
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Post by Helyn Caron on May 15, 2011 15:34:50 GMT -5
'Yes, one of the reasons i am here,' She smiled
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 15:38:05 GMT -5
"Some times sent, and other times brought to bed milord," Summer replied, before stopping and listening as well. Survival: 55 +Awareness All she could hear were the occasional cries of the announcements of the houses entering the feast. "Your mother sounds a strict woman." Piers replied, and eyed her warmly, "Did that lead you to rebeling against her authority, or falling into submission." "Like a good meal, Lord Piers, I'm a dash of this, and a pinch of that." She replied. |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 15:39:30 GMT -5
Lord Harris Bolton approached lord Danforth Yew, nodding his curtsy upon his arrival. "Lord Yew, an honour to meet you."
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Hope you all are well and happy.