The Gig, Sunday
Firekeeper had been grooming the horses when a rain of oranges came tumbling down from the loft above her. Climbing up to investigate was foiled by a similar barrage of lemons.
With a shrug, Firekeeper and Blind Seer went to go refill the horses' feed...only to find limes nestled in amongst the haybales.
Right.
Chores done, Firekeeper grabbed some of the fruit and then headed outside with Blind Seer.
The Gig was open, and definitely not in danger of contracting scurvy.
[ooc: No OCD. I... woke up really wanting a glass of orange juice.]
With a shrug, Firekeeper and Blind Seer went to go refill the horses' feed...only to find limes nestled in amongst the haybales.
Right.
Chores done, Firekeeper grabbed some of the fruit and then headed outside with Blind Seer.
The Gig was open, and definitely not in danger of contracting scurvy.
[ooc: No OCD. I... woke up really wanting a glass of orange juice.]