Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill ( Read more... )

It was Saturday morning, so naturally Rilla was up suuuuper early because toddlers don't understand that the weekend means that you don't have to get up at the same time you do during the week.

She was in the kitchen whipping up a batch of pancake batter while Jims sat on the sofa and watched cartoons.

Just like every other weekend, really.

[OOC ( Read more... )

After she'd gone to church, Rilla came home, put Jims down for his nap and headed into the common room to make treats for Ken and Walter at the front.

Shortbread would last the long transit to France, and so would fudge--but she was making plenty in case snackers stopped by too.

[OOC: Open! Distract me from reading the news.]

Yeah ( Read more... )

What better time then when Jims was napping to serve tea and cakes? Rilla couldn't think of one.

She had out seven cakes (Susan had gone a little crazy): two chocolate, a strawberry, a pound cake, a marble cake, a vanilla cake with orange frosting, and one that used to be called Black Forest cake before the Germans had become the enemy ( Read more... )

It was Stacey's sixteenth birthday, and so there was a cake along with the usual snacks for everyone. The birthday girl herself would be having sugar-free gum, or something ( Read more... )

Rilla and Jims, dressed in their Easter best, had returned from church on the mainland and were now in the common room. They (well, Rilla. Jims was only so helpful) unloaded an enormous hamper of food that Susan had sent from Ingleside. Despite Rilla being at school for three years, nothing could convince Susan that Yankees knew the first thing ( Read more... )

"I'm sorry I'm late," Rilla said, bustling into the room. "I was in my room daydreaming about Kenneth Ford ( Read more... )

Getting doused with something green and milky when you were expecting a shower of water was not the way to stay in a holy and contemplative state of mind, so Rilla decided to skip church today, towel off as best she could (and be grateful she hadn't started with Jims, who was naturally sticky enough) and head into the common room to make breakfast ( Read more... )

Rilla was in the meeting room on time, healthy snacks prepared and a pile of knitting in her lap as she waited for the rest of the sisters to arrive ( Read more... )