[Methos] Making Leis or Trying To
Who: Methos
When: Day 37, Just after dark
Where: Methos' Hut
Invited: Anyone interested in a beer, er, mead
Status: Complete
Methos' smile was smug as he looked at the flowers he'd collected after the boar hunt. He had more than enough to make the leis he'd promised Oona and River. There had to be enough flowers there to make half a dozen leis. Methos wondered briefly if the group that had gone to the TARDIS would be back in time for the luau, and if he should make a lei for Jack. He shrugged it off. Methos hadn't promised Jack a lei. He did wonder what the market might be for some extra leis. Methos had to remind himself he had to get them made before he could trade them for anything. He had some mead.
It wasn't bad. Methos was still working on refining the new still. There hadn't been much to salvage from the old one. He figured he'd at least managed to be certain the alcohol was strong, but safe enough to share with others. Methos hadn't been ready to share it when he wasn't certain if it would produce blackouts, blindness, or death. If he was going to get any of the flowers strung together into a lei he really needed to put the mead down. Methos had to admit he wasn't much in the mood to put it down. The day had been a long day, and he still had an unsettled feeling from all of it.
When: Day 37, Just after dark
Where: Methos' Hut
Invited: Anyone interested in a beer, er, mead
Status: Complete
Methos' smile was smug as he looked at the flowers he'd collected after the boar hunt. He had more than enough to make the leis he'd promised Oona and River. There had to be enough flowers there to make half a dozen leis. Methos wondered briefly if the group that had gone to the TARDIS would be back in time for the luau, and if he should make a lei for Jack. He shrugged it off. Methos hadn't promised Jack a lei. He did wonder what the market might be for some extra leis. Methos had to remind himself he had to get them made before he could trade them for anything. He had some mead.
It wasn't bad. Methos was still working on refining the new still. There hadn't been much to salvage from the old one. He figured he'd at least managed to be certain the alcohol was strong, but safe enough to share with others. Methos hadn't been ready to share it when he wasn't certain if it would produce blackouts, blindness, or death. If he was going to get any of the flowers strung together into a lei he really needed to put the mead down. Methos had to admit he wasn't much in the mood to put it down. The day had been a long day, and he still had an unsettled feeling from all of it.