{ OPEN } catchall for the month
WHO: Christine, Ellana, Minka, Julian + OPEN!
WHAT: A catchall for the month.
WHEN: whenever in Wintermarch
WHERE: various locations in Kirkwall
WHAT: A catchall for the month.
WHEN: whenever in Wintermarch
WHERE: various locations in Kirkwall
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"He's very small, and perhaps that is why." He agrees and bobs his head. "I will, although I might stay on the floor so as not to intimidate Ponce!"
And he does, settling crosslegged away from the door and out of (hopefully) Christine's way, teasing Ponce fondly by drumming his fingers on the ground to attract his attention.
"Although I think that's a good sign, for a guard dog!"
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"Are you fond of fry cakes? I can make you some with fruit preserves."
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"But I'm not one to shy from new experiences either, if you don't mind!"
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"How have you settled in since last we spoke?" Christine asks from her place at the counter, adding wet ingredients to dry and stirring.
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Elros teases by keeping still and then darting the hand out, fingers wriggling or tapping on the ground.
"Mm, getting there! Still have to work out if I want to work for the Inquisition on their baby Navy yet, or if I'll content myself with going out with the fishing boats."
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Turning from the counter with her bowl and a ladle, she sets up a pan on a little stand that can swing out over the fire in the fireplace and adds a square of butter. She smirks down at her dog, asking, "What are you doing, hm?" Ponce looks up at his mistress with distress. This person is tricking him with his fingers. He can't catch them!
Christine pours several ladles worth of mixture into a hot pan and clicks her tongue.
"I think you may have met your match, my Poncelet." But the dog is determined and turns back, growling at the dancing hand.
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Elros shakes with laughter, but eventually, he does let Ponce catch his fingers.
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Christine continues to cook and gets out everything needed to sit down to a meal at the table. Before long, she's plating up what looks like pancakes with a jar of fruit preserves on the table and a small plate of butter as well.
"Here we are! I do hope you enjoy these. Ponce, give him his fingers back. Here; I have a wash basin here to wash your hands."
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"Thanks for my fingers, brave defender!"
Elros laughs as he withdraws his hands and moves to stand.
"Thank you. Mm, that smells divine!"
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"If Ponce becomes a nuisance while you eat, I will put him in the other room. He has been known to be quite the beggar. Spoiled rotten by my mother before he ever came to me."
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"As the lady wishes!"
He settles down and makes an appreciative noise.
"But by the same token, it really does smell lovely. I don't mind Ponce! He's been quite good so far"
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[ ooc: good spot to wrap it up with them eating? ]
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Elros agrees and maybe there might be one or two things that fall.
((ooc: yes! ))