You still sass that hoopy Ford Prefect?

[stranded_ford]

That most wholly phenomenal book, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, has this to say on the subject of wormholes; They're a bitch. Especially when they lead to parallel universes. Best to try to avoid them altogether. Which is an admirable piece of advice in every respect. Except for one small problem. No one can accurately predict when or

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[patriotqueen]

Guy wasn't possessive exactly, but bottles were scarce and he recycled the ones he had and found for his continuous stash. The so called bottle of 'island wine' was therefore in actuality a bottle of Guy's wine.

"No where near," he remarked as he walked along and saw one of his bottles being carried by someone whom he didn't quite recognise (which didn't mean they hadn't met).

[stranded_ford]

"It's a sort of swear," Ford said, still too distracted by his amazing find to pay much attention to the short Earthman walking by him. This called for cataloging and storage and rationing and... Zarquon, it called for an actual organized effort on Ford's part.

"Kind of like fuck, only much, much, much worse."

[patriotqueen]

Guy snorted. "'Belgium'? Sounds dull, more than anything," and in the same breath added, "What are you doing with my wine?"

[stranded_ford]

"I was going to be drinking it," Ford said cheerfully. "But now I think I'm just going to ignore it instead. I've found something much, much better."

[patriotqueen]

"Really? Show me to it, dear," Guy replied, equally cheerful.

[stranded_ford]

"It's all this, frood," Ford said, gesturing to the wide variety of bottles and mysterious looking containers spread out around him. "Ingredients."

[patriotqueen]

"Wonderful. How long does it take to make it?" Guy replied, looking to the ingredients and recognising only some.