I...had a baby. I had a baby that was just exactly what Dr. Woodcomb, Daniel, and everyone had assured me of. A normal baby. A son. I was, honestly, a little overwhelmed. And, I must admit, grateful for people like Ronon who had made a crib. So very practical, especially considering that I'd been bracing for a child who would overthrow the entire ( Read more... )

Thursdays are Scotty’s favorite days. Well, really he starts on Tuesday, poking around in the pantry and the gardens and in the bookshelves, looking for recipes and ideas for things he can cook with the resources they have, but the research isn’t nearly as satisfying as the actual cooking. His favorite thing about cooking in the compound kitchen is ( Read more... )

Cole did the majority of his writing at his piano in the boarding house now, but occasionally he would stop at the one in the rec room to simply play for a bit; after all, he did enjoy an audience. However, when he stepped inside after having a bit of coffee in the kitchen, he found the piano occupied... by a single set of pristine white gloves, ( Read more... )

It’s a Friday night, it’s pushing midnight, and Scotty’s feet feel like he’s been doing high kicks in stilettos on a cobblestone street for the past five hours. He smells like veal sautéed in a light bordelaise sauce, and he’s pretty sure he’s nearly given his nails an all-natural and organic manicure from the hour he spent deboning chicken. As he ( Read more... )