Lemony/Beatrice ficlet
Rating: PG
Category: Lemony/Beatrice
Words: 256
Notes: sionnain declared OTP day, and asked people to write a drabble or something for their OTPs in the comments. I decided that Lemony/Beatrice was clearly one of my OTPs and I thought I'd give writing them a shot.
Darling Beatrice,
Since you are currently reading this, I presume you did find the Verbal Fridge Dialogue at the Anxious Clown. So many things can go wrong at a restaurant: one may find their meal contains nuts, when one has a severe nut allergy; one may have a terrible waiter, who mixes up drink orders and delivers coded messages to the wrong hands; one may find oneself unable to pronounce any of the items on the menu; one may suddenly be forced to duel with another patron, using only cutlery and/or breadsticks; and, perhaps worst of all, one may be forced to dine alone when there is one person in particular whose company one would dearly appreciate having. Sadly, since the schism, I fear that I will increasingly be dining alone, or worse: with people who have poor table manners.
I wish you all the luck in the world with your current task, and yet I fear that all the luck in the world may not be enough. Still, if any baticeer can do it, I am certain it is you.
If all goes well, and I assume that it will not, I will see you soon in one of the safe places.
The world is quiet here (but for how much longer?)
Lemony Snicket
PS: I hope, for your sake, that the chef at the Anxious Clown has begun to harness his creative energies in a more productive way, a phrase which here means "no longer serves Surprising Chicken Salad."
Category: Lemony/Beatrice
Words: 256
Notes: sionnain declared OTP day, and asked people to write a drabble or something for their OTPs in the comments. I decided that Lemony/Beatrice was clearly one of my OTPs and I thought I'd give writing them a shot.
Darling Beatrice,
Since you are currently reading this, I presume you did find the Verbal Fridge Dialogue at the Anxious Clown. So many things can go wrong at a restaurant: one may find their meal contains nuts, when one has a severe nut allergy; one may have a terrible waiter, who mixes up drink orders and delivers coded messages to the wrong hands; one may find oneself unable to pronounce any of the items on the menu; one may suddenly be forced to duel with another patron, using only cutlery and/or breadsticks; and, perhaps worst of all, one may be forced to dine alone when there is one person in particular whose company one would dearly appreciate having. Sadly, since the schism, I fear that I will increasingly be dining alone, or worse: with people who have poor table manners.
I wish you all the luck in the world with your current task, and yet I fear that all the luck in the world may not be enough. Still, if any baticeer can do it, I am certain it is you.
If all goes well, and I assume that it will not, I will see you soon in one of the safe places.
The world is quiet here (but for how much longer?)
Lemony Snicket
PS: I hope, for your sake, that the chef at the Anxious Clown has begun to harness his creative energies in a more productive way, a phrase which here means "no longer serves Surprising Chicken Salad."