Lady Emily Merchant's Book of Household Management - Primeval Drabbles
Title: Lady Emily Merchant's Book of Household Management
Author: Clea2011
Word Count: 100 x 3
Characters: Emily, Matt, Lester, Becker
Rating: 12
Spoilers: No.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
A/N: For the
primeval100 challenge 263: Domestic God(dess). Mrs Beeton refers to Mrs Beeton's Book of Household Management, which was published in 1861 and was an immediate best-seller.
Lady Emily Merchant's Book of Household Management
Lady Emily Merchant's dinner parties were legendary.
She read Mrs Beeton from cover to cover, and knew exactly how to organise each event to military precision.
Her housemaids would ensure the rooms were spotless. The housekeeper and the cook would prepare the most spectacular feasts, and the butler and footmen would ensure everything was served impeccably. And for that personal touch, Lady Emily herself would write out invitations in her exquisitely artistic hand.
Her parties were always considered a triumph.
"That's great," Matt said, when she mentioned her successes. "You should organise one for the whole team. They'll love it."
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Lady Emily Merchant's dinner party was legendary.
Everyone had received a beautifully handwritten invitation on the finest parchment Paperchase could provide.
Matt's now spotless flat was decorated with flowers. There was a bill on the hall table from Molly Maid.
Matt looked a little fraught. Emily had been using caterers for months, but they didn't appreciate being called servants and now she had to cook the meal herself. There was a first time for everything.
Emily had prepared a spectacular feast. She ensured it was served impeccably. Her theme, apparently, was black. Her guests could tell it would be crunchy.
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Lady Emily Merchant wouldn't be doing any more dinner parties.
Her guests stared at the charred mess in horror. Becker (polite, used to army rations and toughened by Jess's cooking) did try to eat it. He chewed for a long time.
Lester gazed at his own plate with a disdain normally only reserved for one of Connor's more disastrous misadventures. "Oh dear Lord, must I do everything? Where's the kitchen?"
James Lester prepared the best spaghetti bolognese this side of Italy, without the need for any servants. It was considered a triumph.
Emily threw away her copy of Mrs Beeton.
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Author: Clea2011
Word Count: 100 x 3
Characters: Emily, Matt, Lester, Becker
Rating: 12
Spoilers: No.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures, I'm just writing for fun and non-profit.
A/N: For the
primeval100 challenge 263: Domestic God(dess). Mrs Beeton refers to Mrs Beeton's Book of Household Management, which was published in 1861 and was an immediate best-seller.
Lady Emily Merchant's Book of Household Management
Lady Emily Merchant's dinner parties were legendary.
She read Mrs Beeton from cover to cover, and knew exactly how to organise each event to military precision.
Her housemaids would ensure the rooms were spotless. The housekeeper and the cook would prepare the most spectacular feasts, and the butler and footmen would ensure everything was served impeccably. And for that personal touch, Lady Emily herself would write out invitations in her exquisitely artistic hand.
Her parties were always considered a triumph.
"That's great," Matt said, when she mentioned her successes. "You should organise one for the whole team. They'll love it."
***
Lady Emily Merchant's dinner party was legendary.
Everyone had received a beautifully handwritten invitation on the finest parchment Paperchase could provide.
Matt's now spotless flat was decorated with flowers. There was a bill on the hall table from Molly Maid.
Matt looked a little fraught. Emily had been using caterers for months, but they didn't appreciate being called servants and now she had to cook the meal herself. There was a first time for everything.
Emily had prepared a spectacular feast. She ensured it was served impeccably. Her theme, apparently, was black. Her guests could tell it would be crunchy.
***
Lady Emily Merchant wouldn't be doing any more dinner parties.
Her guests stared at the charred mess in horror. Becker (polite, used to army rations and toughened by Jess's cooking) did try to eat it. He chewed for a long time.
Lester gazed at his own plate with a disdain normally only reserved for one of Connor's more disastrous misadventures. "Oh dear Lord, must I do everything? Where's the kitchen?"
James Lester prepared the best spaghetti bolognese this side of Italy, without the need for any servants. It was considered a triumph.
Emily threw away her copy of Mrs Beeton.
***