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Susan felt rather creative today, and so she spent some time at the bookshelf in the morning looking through cookbooks. Her cooking skills, which had been virtually nonexistent when she had arrived here almost a year and a half ago, had improved considerably, and she was beginning to look for new recipes to add to her collection. Today she was slowed a bit due to the presence of the two direwolf pups that followed her about and tried to put their heads in her lap while she was trying to read. As much as she was loathe to admit it, she would soon have to find a new home for Honour. Her home was too small for two wolves, and Shadow's unfortunate chewing habit was beginning to wear off on her brother. It would take some time, she knew. Honour just had to find the right person to attach to. She would have to speak to Robb and Arya and get their opinions on the matter. But Honour would be all right with her and Shadow for a bit longer.
Despite the distraction, she eventually found several recipes which looked appealing, choosing one for today and saving the rest for later. Caspian came in with some fresh-caught shrimp as she was setting up in the kitchen, and she commandeered him to stay and clean and peel his catch while the two wolves (banished to the far end of the kitchen, just outside the door, lest they get hair everywhere) watched hungrily. She prepared the shrimp with lime, garlic, and onion and put it in the refrigerator to chill while roasting the potatoes and preparing the fruit salad.
The kitchen was unusually crowded today even before she had finished her preparations. Lord Stark had come up for dinner, unusual for him, which made her nervous. He had always been very kind to her, but she was somewhat intimidated by him still. Edward's friend Winry, who had once taken the coffeepot apart during breakfast, was back again, eyeing the microwave oven, but Susan managed to dissuade her from taking it apart by setting her to making coffee.
A bushy-haired girl Susan vaguely recognised as being from the newspaper came in with a stack of books, poured herself a cup of tea (a bit more that Susan brought up from Edmund's stash of Earl Grey), who immediately went into a long recitation about the tea's origins, supposedly named for the 2nd Earl Grey, British Prime Minister in the 1830's, one of whose men supposedly saved the son of a Chinese mandarin from drowning. In return the grateful mandarin gave the recipe to Lord Grey. This immediately caught the attention of a very strange-looking, pale man who said that his former commanding officer used to be very fond of Earl Grey tea, and that the story about the 2nd Earl Grey was very likely something known as an "urban legend" as Lord Grey had never set foot in China at all. The pale man and the bushy-haired girl argued about the story at some length until two ginger cats, one large and floofy, one sleek and slender, shot through the kitchen yowling and proceeded to hiss and spit at each other under one of the tables. This caught the attention of Honour and Shadow, who immediately dove under the table to investigate the matter further. A tremendous row ensued and was only broken up when the bushy-haired girl, the pale man, Susan, and Lord Stark managed to separate the four animals.
The fat ginger cat continued to hiss and spit at Shadow, who had a gash across her muzzle from the fat ginger cat's claws. It wasn't deep, but it was long. An older woman, that Susan vaguely recognised seeing with Qui-Gon before, suggested that it needed stitching, and offered to take care of it. So leaving Winry (who had jumped up on the counter with a look of horror on her face when the animals started to fight) and Caspian to keep an eye on the kitchen, Susan, Lord Stark, and Claire went to the clinic, where Claire patched up Shadow's nose with a few stitches and a bandage. It was tricky work, as Claire's right hand was in a cast and Shadow was not the most cooperative of patients, but with Susan and Lord Stark to help control the pup it turned out all right.
By the time Susan had washed up and returned to the kitchen, some semblance of order had returned. The food was ready, and Winry, Caspian, and the bushy-haired girl had finished setting everything up. Lord Stark proceeded to tell the pale man and the bushy-haired girl that they were lucky their cats were not injured or killed, as direwolves could be very dangerous animals, and then advised Susan that Honour and Shadow would need to be better trained before they grew larger, more powerful, and more dangerous. This made Susan feel quite small.
Susan, for her part, simply wanted to be done with the whole day, and retired to a far corner of the kitchen with a cup of tea and wished she were invisible. She hid behind her cup and did her best to ignore the handsome, black-haired man in the corner who leaned against the wall, eating an orange and tossing the peels into the bin a few feet away, looking as though he found all of this very amusing.
[Here you go, all of my pups in one chaotic dinner post. :) They are all in the kitchen now, eating or gossiping, so feel free to tag any of them, or each other. All pets have been banished to separate corners. :D]
Despite the distraction, she eventually found several recipes which looked appealing, choosing one for today and saving the rest for later. Caspian came in with some fresh-caught shrimp as she was setting up in the kitchen, and she commandeered him to stay and clean and peel his catch while the two wolves (banished to the far end of the kitchen, just outside the door, lest they get hair everywhere) watched hungrily. She prepared the shrimp with lime, garlic, and onion and put it in the refrigerator to chill while roasting the potatoes and preparing the fruit salad.
The kitchen was unusually crowded today even before she had finished her preparations. Lord Stark had come up for dinner, unusual for him, which made her nervous. He had always been very kind to her, but she was somewhat intimidated by him still. Edward's friend Winry, who had once taken the coffeepot apart during breakfast, was back again, eyeing the microwave oven, but Susan managed to dissuade her from taking it apart by setting her to making coffee.
A bushy-haired girl Susan vaguely recognised as being from the newspaper came in with a stack of books, poured herself a cup of tea (a bit more that Susan brought up from Edmund's stash of Earl Grey), who immediately went into a long recitation about the tea's origins, supposedly named for the 2nd Earl Grey, British Prime Minister in the 1830's, one of whose men supposedly saved the son of a Chinese mandarin from drowning. In return the grateful mandarin gave the recipe to Lord Grey. This immediately caught the attention of a very strange-looking, pale man who said that his former commanding officer used to be very fond of Earl Grey tea, and that the story about the 2nd Earl Grey was very likely something known as an "urban legend" as Lord Grey had never set foot in China at all. The pale man and the bushy-haired girl argued about the story at some length until two ginger cats, one large and floofy, one sleek and slender, shot through the kitchen yowling and proceeded to hiss and spit at each other under one of the tables. This caught the attention of Honour and Shadow, who immediately dove under the table to investigate the matter further. A tremendous row ensued and was only broken up when the bushy-haired girl, the pale man, Susan, and Lord Stark managed to separate the four animals.
The fat ginger cat continued to hiss and spit at Shadow, who had a gash across her muzzle from the fat ginger cat's claws. It wasn't deep, but it was long. An older woman, that Susan vaguely recognised seeing with Qui-Gon before, suggested that it needed stitching, and offered to take care of it. So leaving Winry (who had jumped up on the counter with a look of horror on her face when the animals started to fight) and Caspian to keep an eye on the kitchen, Susan, Lord Stark, and Claire went to the clinic, where Claire patched up Shadow's nose with a few stitches and a bandage. It was tricky work, as Claire's right hand was in a cast and Shadow was not the most cooperative of patients, but with Susan and Lord Stark to help control the pup it turned out all right.
By the time Susan had washed up and returned to the kitchen, some semblance of order had returned. The food was ready, and Winry, Caspian, and the bushy-haired girl had finished setting everything up. Lord Stark proceeded to tell the pale man and the bushy-haired girl that they were lucky their cats were not injured or killed, as direwolves could be very dangerous animals, and then advised Susan that Honour and Shadow would need to be better trained before they grew larger, more powerful, and more dangerous. This made Susan feel quite small.
Susan, for her part, simply wanted to be done with the whole day, and retired to a far corner of the kitchen with a cup of tea and wished she were invisible. She hid behind her cup and did her best to ignore the handsome, black-haired man in the corner who leaned against the wall, eating an orange and tossing the peels into the bin a few feet away, looking as though he found all of this very amusing.
[Here you go, all of my pups in one chaotic dinner post. :) They are all in the kitchen now, eating or gossiping, so feel free to tag any of them, or each other. All pets have been banished to separate corners. :D]