Ooof.
Rainy and grey Fridays are not meant to be spent inside eating week-old chicken. A co-worker and I went across the street to have bacon cheddar burgers with rosemary parmesean crusted fries instead. We ate by the window and people watched, plus there were two adorable looking baby!beardos sitting a table over.
Totally better than week-old chicken. And that was before the hot bread pudding covered in caramel sauce came out to the table.
I have seven more prompts to write before I'm finished with my story. Then I can concentrate on figuring out how to build a modern AU that may or may not be Blackwall/F!Inquisitor. It might wind up being a Cullenmance instead because I've been reading SO MANY Cullen romances and I have him on the brain.
Totally better than week-old chicken. And that was before the hot bread pudding covered in caramel sauce came out to the table.
I have seven more prompts to write before I'm finished with my story. Then I can concentrate on figuring out how to build a modern AU that may or may not be Blackwall/F!Inquisitor. It might wind up being a Cullenmance instead because I've been reading SO MANY Cullen romances and I have him on the brain.