I seem to be determined to stick to the itty bitty pieces
Word of the Day - 08/06/08 - Spoony
Rating : PG-ish
Timeframe : summer 1260
I saw the word of the day and just had to use it. One of my favorite game quotes of all time, FFIV - "You spoony bard!" Anyway...
Lyssa shuffled into the kitchen, drawn by the heavy aroma of cinnamon in the air. She made straight for the tray of steaming rolls, stuffing one in her mouth and palming another before she even bothered to acknowlege the rest of the room.
Ski and Tristan were on the couch just beyond the doorway, nose to nose, silently beaming at each other. A demon could have come crashing through the wall and they might not have noticed. Everyone else was seated around the dining table with plates filled with the eggs that had escaped her attention in the midst of the cinnamon’s spell.
Lyssa grunted a ‘good morning’ around her mouthful of pastry, which was quietly echoed from around the table between the scraping and clanging of utensils. She pulled out a chair and seated herself between Tess and Rune.
Another glance at the happy couple brought a roll of her eyes. “So how are snookie-wookums and her snuggly wuggly poo this morning?”
Tess snickered. “Watch it, Lyss. Snookie has a mean bite.”
Lyssa shook her head. “I think I liked it better when they thought we didn’t know." She looked to Rune, quietly chewing his breakfast, and back to Tess. "Are we that nauseating?”
A chorus of snorts sounded from the ladies at the table. “You two? Lovey-dovey?” said Tess.
“Horny is more like it,” said Farran.
Ilya put a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh, and there was a loud clatter as Rune’s fork hit the plate. His face turned deep red as he put a fist to his chest to force down whatever it was that had caught in his throat. The hand that Lyssa set on his back was quickly thrown off as he muttered something about needing some air and left the table. Ilya shook her head, while the other two burst into laughter and Lyssa just grinned and pulled his plate in front of her.
Rating : PG-ish
Timeframe : summer 1260
I saw the word of the day and just had to use it. One of my favorite game quotes of all time, FFIV - "You spoony bard!" Anyway...
Lyssa shuffled into the kitchen, drawn by the heavy aroma of cinnamon in the air. She made straight for the tray of steaming rolls, stuffing one in her mouth and palming another before she even bothered to acknowlege the rest of the room.
Ski and Tristan were on the couch just beyond the doorway, nose to nose, silently beaming at each other. A demon could have come crashing through the wall and they might not have noticed. Everyone else was seated around the dining table with plates filled with the eggs that had escaped her attention in the midst of the cinnamon’s spell.
Lyssa grunted a ‘good morning’ around her mouthful of pastry, which was quietly echoed from around the table between the scraping and clanging of utensils. She pulled out a chair and seated herself between Tess and Rune.
Another glance at the happy couple brought a roll of her eyes. “So how are snookie-wookums and her snuggly wuggly poo this morning?”
Tess snickered. “Watch it, Lyss. Snookie has a mean bite.”
Lyssa shook her head. “I think I liked it better when they thought we didn’t know." She looked to Rune, quietly chewing his breakfast, and back to Tess. "Are we that nauseating?”
A chorus of snorts sounded from the ladies at the table. “You two? Lovey-dovey?” said Tess.
“Horny is more like it,” said Farran.
Ilya put a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh, and there was a loud clatter as Rune’s fork hit the plate. His face turned deep red as he put a fist to his chest to force down whatever it was that had caught in his throat. The hand that Lyssa set on his back was quickly thrown off as he muttered something about needing some air and left the table. Ilya shook her head, while the other two burst into laughter and Lyssa just grinned and pulled his plate in front of her.