Hello, hello!

[recipe_in_rime]

Hungry poets, come to me! You sons and daughters of verse and famine, let me feed you, and read you your lyrical lyrics to me!

I've got sonnets in pastry and poems on souffle, and I'm more than willing to share--in fact, my friends, that's all I want to do.

So come, come, and have something to eat while you write!

Typist: Ragueneau, from Cyrano

Comments

*a note is delivered*

[sweariwontdie]

M. Ragueneau,

I hope you like it here. Are you a good cook?

Sincerely,
Armand St. Just

Re: *a note is delivered*

[recipe_in_rime]

I hope I am! *proud of teh cooking, doncha know* But you may be the judge yourself!

Many thanks, Monsieur St. Just, for the welcome.

Re: *a note is delivered*

[sweariwontdie]

Monsieur,

I am always glad to meet the newcomers. I look forward to trying your cooking as soon as I am well enough and allowed to eat anything but tea and soup.

Armand

Re: *a note is delivered*

[recipe_in_rime]

Call me Ragueneau, please, or anything you can improvise--I've been the Prince of Pastry, I've been not the verse maker of poetical cream puffs! Do you worst. *grins*

I can prepare you a soup that will cure any illness, Monsieur!

[daintyrosebud]

Oooooo! Pastries! *claps her hands* Might I have one sir, please? *looks sweet and pretty*

[recipe_in_rime]

For you, most fair vision, anything! *gallant at once* Have an almond tartlet de Ragueneau, fair vision! *presents*

[daintyrosebud]

Oooh! It's so lovely, I can scarce bear to eat it! *does, of course* Oh, do forgive my rudeness. *curtsies* I am Rosa Bud. So nice to have such a talented cook in the community! can I have another?

[recipe_in_rime]

*so very delighted* Not rude at all! How could a creature such as yourself be rude? Why, you put Helen to shame, my dear Mademoiselle Bud--and what a pleasure it is to meet you. All my thanks for your compliments! As many as you like, fair vision.

[elegancewithin]

*grins* Ragueneau, my friend! Still exchanging ballades for baguettes, I see!

[recipe_in_rime]

Cyrano! You who are victorious in words as well as deeds, the king of ballads and duels! Gods! Who could match you? I hope you are still improvising genius to go with your parries!

*woefully* Since Lise left me and I lost my place with my Lady Roxane, I fear I could do nothing else. *brightens* But I enjoy it, anyway! Care for a Madeleine?

[elegancewithin]

*doffs his hat and bows good-naturedly* Such lofty praise! Evidentally I'm to compete with my own reputation, if anything at all.

Ah, that is a sentiment I admire -- doing what you like for the enjoyment of it. *shakes his head to the offered foodage* No, but thank you, my friend. Perhaps later.

Typist: Juuuust in case you didn't know (which a lot of people don't, I think, and will be added to Cyrano's profile in a minute), Roxane-mun, Christian-mun, and I all agreed that the puppets exist post-balcony scene but pre-Christian and Roxane's marriage. @_o

[neufillette]

Typist: For I am muchly in love with our two-minute canon. XD

[avenginggoddess]

*Jumps* Famine? Where?
...
.....
Oh. Hello.
*Looks at food and gets pale*

[recipe_in_rime]

*bows slightly, just a little... confused* Mademoiselle, hello! Would you care for something...?

[avenginggoddess]

Er, yes, hello. Um, no thank you. Food makes me ill...

[recipe_in_rime]

A grand pity, mademoiselle! How very sorry I am! *is, too*

*Chibi Vala!*

[namomandos]

*Sings a begging kinda tune.*

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[recipe_in_rime]

*beams* *motions at wonderful display of pastries* Anything your heart desires, my boy?

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[namomandos]

*Wide-eyed as Denmark*

*Points at the fruit tarts with interest.*

Re: *Chibi Vala!*

[recipe_in_rime]

*typist finds this hilarious*

A very fine choice. They're limericks. *takes out several on a napkin and offers them*

There once was a maid who was slow
Who took hours to get up and go
'Til after a while
A lad with a smile
Declared he loved speedy girls so.