Still not dead.

[taennyn]

Though I need to stop thinking about the Bone-Witch for a bit*.

So, we have the reappearance of the meme:

Sparks, please. Responses may be slightly delayed if the Witch or a spark eats my face.

*: I'm determined to finish before the end of October. Originally projected to be about six thousand words, but I'm at five-ish now and need at least

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Soup of the day (Witches' Horses, Sinclair)

The really odd thing, the one he could never quite wrap his head around, was that even in terems, the shchi made with fresh vegetables, with sorrel and spinach leaves unfrozen, was still called rakhmanovskie shchi. Harder to get, but 'lazy', 'simple', 'indolent', in comparison to the much more common heavy winter shchi soured with pickled cabbage.

He still ordered it whenever it showed up on doors' displays. Paid the price--often comparable to the standard shchi despite the expense of the ingredients--and ate it with the omnipresent sour cream and chopped eggs. Food was food, after all.