Dec 22, 2005 23:49
The door opens, and the warm air that wafts in brings with it the enticing scent of plum puffs and balsam and there is the dim sound of dishes clattering in a kitchen until the door swings shut once more and Anne seats herself at a table, with a plate of plum puffs and russet apples.
There are really too many for just one person. It's possible that she is hoping for company.
And anyway, baked goods deny Discordia, right?
tara maclay,
blodwen rowlands,
garak