Flash fic: Another Special Treat
Title: Another Special Treat
Author: railise
Word Count: 220
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Allan
Spoilers/Warnings: None really.
Summary: Hi-jinks at the bakery continue.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for treatallanright in rh_intercomm
Part 2 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Allan had been enjoying a chat with Giacinta, a barmaid at the Trip with an exotic name but without the accent to match, when a big man with a loud guffaw burst in, announcing that they all had to see the baker's shop immediately.
The day before, Marian had arrived in the forest with a similar announcement, and the gang had all gone-- and had laughed long and hard about what was there. He figured it could not hurt to go see it again.
"Come on," he said to Gia with a grin. "This is pretty good."
However, the message hanging from the doorway was not the same as yesterday.
"THE SHERYFF BATHES IN PIG SLOPS"
The small crowd gathered around was snickering, but Allan noted that wisely, none of them were lingering for long.
Gia was less impressed than most. "Pfft. The sheriff don't bathe but once a year or so, thought everyone knew that."
Allan glanced at her as they turned to leave. "I think it's supposed to be a joke."
"Somebody's going to all that trouble, they should come up with something cleverer."
She had a point. Still, with enough ale and enough Giacinta, words made from bread were soon the last thing on Allan's mind.
Elsewhere in Nottingham, someone was thinking quite keenly on them, indeed...
Author: railise
Word Count: 220
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Allan
Spoilers/Warnings: None really.
Summary: Hi-jinks at the bakery continue.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for treatallanright in rh_intercomm
Part 2 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Allan had been enjoying a chat with Giacinta, a barmaid at the Trip with an exotic name but without the accent to match, when a big man with a loud guffaw burst in, announcing that they all had to see the baker's shop immediately.
The day before, Marian had arrived in the forest with a similar announcement, and the gang had all gone-- and had laughed long and hard about what was there. He figured it could not hurt to go see it again.
"Come on," he said to Gia with a grin. "This is pretty good."
However, the message hanging from the doorway was not the same as yesterday.
"THE SHERYFF BATHES IN PIG SLOPS"
The small crowd gathered around was snickering, but Allan noted that wisely, none of them were lingering for long.
Gia was less impressed than most. "Pfft. The sheriff don't bathe but once a year or so, thought everyone knew that."
Allan glanced at her as they turned to leave. "I think it's supposed to be a joke."
"Somebody's going to all that trouble, they should come up with something cleverer."
She had a point. Still, with enough ale and enough Giacinta, words made from bread were soon the last thing on Allan's mind.
Elsewhere in Nottingham, someone was thinking quite keenly on them, indeed...