![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Thunk.
Thud.
An apple, knife embedded neatly through the middle, hits the carpet with a dull thump. Havelock looks vaguely affronted, and moves it discreetly into the correct target, a small wooden bowl.
How embarrassing.
Thunk.
Hmm. Better.
Thud.
An apple, knife embedded neatly through the middle, hits the carpet with a dull thump. Havelock looks vaguely affronted, and moves it discreetly into the correct target, a small wooden bowl.
How embarrassing.
Thunk.
Hmm. Better.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2006-10-15 11:27 pm (UTC)From:"I wonder if they serve it on fire ..."
And he's off, wandering towards the Bar.
no subject
Date: 2006-10-15 11:31 pm (UTC)From:And as he follows, at his own unobtrusive pace, it seems that he is correct. Apparently it's all in the amount of brandy you use before applying flame.
no subject
Date: 2006-10-15 11:45 pm (UTC)From:He has lunch!
It is ON FIRE.
"Care for a taste?" he says magnanimously, waving the blazing confection under Havelock's nose (though not close enough to melt off anything crucial).
no subject
Date: 2006-10-16 07:26 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-10-19 03:33 am (UTC)From:And holds out the pudding.
Expectantly.
It is still on fire.
no subject
Date: 2006-10-21 12:13 am (UTC)From:...
Swallow.
"...Interesting."