Comments | stoatshead_hill: If bad moods are contagious, can good ones be?

shh_susan in stoatshead_hill

If bad moods are contagious, can good ones be?

Jun 24, 2007 19:00

Date: June 24, 2005
Characters(s): Susan Bones, Morag MacDougal
Location: Susan's farm
Status: Private
Summary: Morag stops by for some seasonal produce.
Completion: Incomplete

( The Farmer in the Sulk )

place: private residence, susan bones, june 2005, morag macdougal

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shh_morag June 25 2007, 00:20:23 UTC

It was mid-afternoon when Morag got the chance to stop by the farm on her way home from work, let off a bit early by the department head she'd been helping because he'd wanted to be off to some football match in Exeter. She'd looked in the market yesterday, but it was nearing the end of the season for asparagus, and there hadn't been any. Asparagus hadn't been on her weekly order from the farm, although she knew it was an option, and so it seemed like no trouble, especially with an early afternoon off, to stop by.

Wandering in the breezeway, she could see Susan Bones working in the kitchen. "Hello? Susan Bones?" she said, hoping she wasn't disturbing her.

shh_susan June 25 2007, 00:22:26 UTC

Susan whirled around, slightly irate as she always was to have people just wandering into her barn. Not that there was really any better option, but still. Susan hurriedly turned down the flame underneath the currants and wiped her hands on her dress.

"Yes, I'm Susan. Can I do something for you?" Her tone was neither welcoming nor hostile.

shh_morag June 25 2007, 00:26:08 UTC

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry to nterrupt," Morag said, taking in the canning. "I'm Morag MacDougal - one of your customers. And I don't have asparagus on my order, but I was hoping to see if you had any left."

There were still multiple pots boiling, despite the many jars set out, and Morag said impulsively, "Do you need any help?" She didn't see anyone else about, and it seemed like a awfully large amount of work.

shh_susan June 25 2007, 00:28:52 UTC

Susan lifted an eyebrow, then immediately lowered it again. Severus had been rubbing off on her entirely too much lately.

She blew her hair out of her eyes again. "Well, the asparagus is nearly done, and most of it's in a pickle now. There's a bit left, though. I suppose I could be persuaded to part with it for a bit of help, if you're so inclined."

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