Dinner o' Doom, Camulus's Apartment, Monday Evening
Camulus was once again growly. Then again, he was usually growly. He had refused to cook, but that meant that he had been Orlined into cleaning his apartment, setting the table, and doing the dishes afterwards.
Still the meal was prepared and it all looked very nice. Scathadh had been given a very firm talking-to - in Gaelic, of course, which was pretty much the only language she listened to - about not begging for cuddles until dinner was over. Which, by the way was smelling quite delicious. Some kind of chicken, rice, and veggie dish.
Why did Orlin get him into these things?
Still the meal was prepared and it all looked very nice. Scathadh had been given a very firm talking-to - in Gaelic, of course, which was pretty much the only language she listened to - about not begging for cuddles until dinner was over. Which, by the way was smelling quite delicious. Some kind of chicken, rice, and veggie dish.
Why did Orlin get him into these things?