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Who: Jonathan Hollom, Lord Edrington, Tom Pullings
When: Day 79, morning
Where: #230 Marigold
What: Breakfast.
Rating: PG-13
Lord Edrington had informed him of the newest occupant of the house when their paths had crossed an hour ago. He'd provided no name, and Jonathan Hollom had not asked for it. It was not his business who stayed in the house or why. The man had come during the night, while he'd been at work with his Bible and paper, and Lord Edrington had not sent for him-- though he'd assured the man he would try his best to be of use.
Now...
Now, the man had thought of a way to try and be something less of a burden on the lord's charity. He'd raided the strange box-- a refrigerator, someone had called it-- and gotten eggs, fresh vegetables, and other such things.
The table in the next room was set for two. Lord Edrington and the newcomer. In the kitchen, there was a single place setting. He would dine after the other two, after making certain they'd had their fill.
The meal he'd prepared was simple enough. Black pudding, a plate of sausages, and several eggs were currently cooking. They needed only to be put on a plate and taken in. The pudding occupied its own plate, and the sausages were waiting on the end of the counter. He had a plate in hand for the eggs and was approaching the stove.
Under his breath, unaware he was even doing it... he sang very softly. "For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow..."
When: Day 79, morning
Where: #230 Marigold
What: Breakfast.
Rating: PG-13
Lord Edrington had informed him of the newest occupant of the house when their paths had crossed an hour ago. He'd provided no name, and Jonathan Hollom had not asked for it. It was not his business who stayed in the house or why. The man had come during the night, while he'd been at work with his Bible and paper, and Lord Edrington had not sent for him-- though he'd assured the man he would try his best to be of use.
Now...
Now, the man had thought of a way to try and be something less of a burden on the lord's charity. He'd raided the strange box-- a refrigerator, someone had called it-- and gotten eggs, fresh vegetables, and other such things.
The table in the next room was set for two. Lord Edrington and the newcomer. In the kitchen, there was a single place setting. He would dine after the other two, after making certain they'd had their fill.
The meal he'd prepared was simple enough. Black pudding, a plate of sausages, and several eggs were currently cooking. They needed only to be put on a plate and taken in. The pudding occupied its own plate, and the sausages were waiting on the end of the counter. He had a plate in hand for the eggs and was approaching the stove.
Under his breath, unaware he was even doing it... he sang very softly. "For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow..."