Here's a very large Bengal tiger bounding through the Nexus. Incongruously enough, he has a light dusting of flour on his fur, and smells faintly of baked goods and candied fruit. Around his neck, a still steamy-warm packet of fruit-cake has been tied like a Saint Bernard's barrel of brandy
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"Though I suppose getting my Yule baking out of the way was good."
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"Well, that certainly doesn't sound like much fun. Hope it got sorted. Can you work in the open in your world, or is it all hush-hush like in mine?
"For me, today, the mission is fruitcake. Just finished baking it, now I 'ave to run it over to help out this Doctor bloke. What can I say--I'm a bit of sucker for a good cause."
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"It smells good. Is he going to eat it or is it for something else?" You never can tell with fruitcake. "And is it hard, baking without opposable thumbs?" She grins, teasing a little. She's not unfamiliar with shape-changing magic.
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"So! Look at how I've been corrupted by you and my other friends here. Here I am running off from my kitchen with fresh fruitcake for that Doctor bloke...."
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He laughs and reaches to scratch at Daimon's jaw. "You look adorable. And I think that's awesome - I just stole one from my parents and poured another glass of brandy on it. I hope he doesn't get it too close to a fire."
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