Intercomm fic: A Special Treat
Title: A Special Treat
Author: railise
Word Count: 206
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Marian
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set sometime pre-2x01.
Summary: There's something surprising at the bakery.
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 maz_heads in rh_intercomm.
Part 1 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
Marian drew to a halt as she reached the baker's shop, abandoned two weeks prior when the owner could not pay his taxes. Although the small crowd gathered outside suggested that her reasons for having come to Nottingham Town were sound, the stale loaves outside certainly did not.
She had heard that something unbelievable was to be found at the shop, and expected a new baker in residence bearing an amazing treat-- a special cake, perhaps, or something along those lines. While the cook at Knighton Hall was a talented woman indeed, both with dinner and dessert, Marian always did have a slight sweet tooth and was hardly one to turn up her nose at the prospect of such a morsel.
Instead, carefully crafted from bread dough, baked, and joined with string so that they could be hung in the doorway, were the words:
"THE SHERYFF STINKS OF ROTTIN CABBAGE"
A group of the other gawkers hurried away, only to be replaced by newcomers, one of whom shared the jest in a fairly loud whisper. Pulling the hood of her cloak up and biting back a grin, Marian quickly made her way toward the forest. The gang had to see this; it would make their week.
Author: railise
Word Count: 206
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Marian
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set sometime pre-2x01.
Summary: There's something surprising at the bakery.
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 maz_heads in rh_intercomm.
Part 1 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
Marian drew to a halt as she reached the baker's shop, abandoned two weeks prior when the owner could not pay his taxes. Although the small crowd gathered outside suggested that her reasons for having come to Nottingham Town were sound, the stale loaves outside certainly did not.
She had heard that something unbelievable was to be found at the shop, and expected a new baker in residence bearing an amazing treat-- a special cake, perhaps, or something along those lines. While the cook at Knighton Hall was a talented woman indeed, both with dinner and dessert, Marian always did have a slight sweet tooth and was hardly one to turn up her nose at the prospect of such a morsel.
Instead, carefully crafted from bread dough, baked, and joined with string so that they could be hung in the doorway, were the words:
"THE SHERYFF STINKS OF ROTTIN CABBAGE"
A group of the other gawkers hurried away, only to be replaced by newcomers, one of whom shared the jest in a fairly loud whisper. Pulling the hood of her cloak up and biting back a grin, Marian quickly made her way toward the forest. The gang had to see this; it would make their week.