ninth romance | video & action for housemates
[ a rather clumsy redhead seems to have knocked her journal open on a kitchen counter; therefore, welcome to an impromptu showing of 'cooking with anne shirley'. now that she has shaken a rather mild case of the sniffles, she is eager to get back to domestic bliss. marilla would've chastised her most severely for how lax she has been!
and so the scene plays out thusly: anne's tongue pokes out in deep concentration as she precariously spoons apple pie filling into an impressive line-up of six crusts. a smudge of flour is on her right cheek and she seems to be determinedly holding back a sneeze.
and just as she's beginning to fill the fourth pie... ] Oh! [ anne spots the open journal and fumbles with filling bowl, spatula, and all. soon her face looms over the book's little window and she grins widely. ]
Good morning, Luceti. What a lovely September day, hmm? I do apologize if my baking has been at all disruptive -- I'm quite afraid that I didn't even realize that this book was, ah, what's the word? What did Kurt call it? Recording! It's a very exquisite word. Re-cord-ing.
[ a happy sigh; anne dusts flour off her hands and lifts the journal off of the counter. ] While I have you here, I may as well say hello to any and all New Feathers. Would any of you happen to hail from Avonlea? Prince Edward Island? Even Nova Scotia's fair enough in a pinch, although I haven't been back in oh-so-long.
And, I suppose, if you're is willing to wait a little while...would anyone like a slice of apple pie? I could put the kettle on and we could swap stories. There isn't much finer than a swapped story.
[ oh dear lord. finally she stops talking! ]
and so the scene plays out thusly: anne's tongue pokes out in deep concentration as she precariously spoons apple pie filling into an impressive line-up of six crusts. a smudge of flour is on her right cheek and she seems to be determinedly holding back a sneeze.
and just as she's beginning to fill the fourth pie... ] Oh! [ anne spots the open journal and fumbles with filling bowl, spatula, and all. soon her face looms over the book's little window and she grins widely. ]
Good morning, Luceti. What a lovely September day, hmm? I do apologize if my baking has been at all disruptive -- I'm quite afraid that I didn't even realize that this book was, ah, what's the word? What did Kurt call it? Recording! It's a very exquisite word. Re-cord-ing.
[ a happy sigh; anne dusts flour off her hands and lifts the journal off of the counter. ] While I have you here, I may as well say hello to any and all New Feathers. Would any of you happen to hail from Avonlea? Prince Edward Island? Even Nova Scotia's fair enough in a pinch, although I haven't been back in oh-so-long.
And, I suppose, if you're is willing to wait a little while...would anyone like a slice of apple pie? I could put the kettle on and we could swap stories. There isn't much finer than a swapped story.
[ oh dear lord. finally she stops talking! ]