RP : French cuisine.
Date : June 15th 2003
Characters : Pansy Parkinson & ???
Location : Truffles.
Status : Public. Private since no one played.
Summary : Pansy finds herself a little too lazy to cook and decides to check out Truffles.
Complete : Complete.
Pansy rummaged through her handbag, looking for her reading glasses. She couldn’t even remember where she had left them. She just hoped she hadn’t forgotten them at her shop, even if she hadn’t been there today. It was Sunday and she had done some cleaning in her flat today. The place had looked like a mess and even if she hadn’t had a visitor for a while, that didn’t mean it had to look like a fricking pig sty.
But after having been busy all day, Pansy didn’t really feel like cooking. So instead she thought she’d check out that French restaurant she had spotted the other day. But of course, in order to be able to read the menu card, she would need her dratted glasses. After rummaging through her handbag some more, she spotted them on the kitchen counter. With a sigh, she snatched them off the counter and slipped them into her bag. ‘Damn those things.’ She mentally cursed.
When she arrived at Truffles, the place didn’t seem too packed and she was led to a small table for two. Taking a seat, she looked around the small restaurant. She looked through the window at the small garden. Even if it wasn’t that late yet, she could barely spot the tables standing there. The sky was clouded and it looked like it could start pouring any minute now.
One of the waiters brought her a menu card which Pansy accepted with a short “merci beaucoup”, before slipping on her glasses and started looking through it.
Characters : Pansy Parkinson & ???
Location : Truffles.
Status : Public. Private since no one played.
Summary : Pansy finds herself a little too lazy to cook and decides to check out Truffles.
Complete : Complete.
Pansy rummaged through her handbag, looking for her reading glasses. She couldn’t even remember where she had left them. She just hoped she hadn’t forgotten them at her shop, even if she hadn’t been there today. It was Sunday and she had done some cleaning in her flat today. The place had looked like a mess and even if she hadn’t had a visitor for a while, that didn’t mean it had to look like a fricking pig sty.
But after having been busy all day, Pansy didn’t really feel like cooking. So instead she thought she’d check out that French restaurant she had spotted the other day. But of course, in order to be able to read the menu card, she would need her dratted glasses. After rummaging through her handbag some more, she spotted them on the kitchen counter. With a sigh, she snatched them off the counter and slipped them into her bag. ‘Damn those things.’ She mentally cursed.
When she arrived at Truffles, the place didn’t seem too packed and she was led to a small table for two. Taking a seat, she looked around the small restaurant. She looked through the window at the small garden. Even if it wasn’t that late yet, she could barely spot the tables standing there. The sky was clouded and it looked like it could start pouring any minute now.
One of the waiters brought her a menu card which Pansy accepted with a short “merci beaucoup”, before slipping on her glasses and started looking through it.