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* Rhys enters from the back room, drying a glass and putting it on the racks before heading to the door and unlocking it. "Hall's open." He returns behind the bar and waits for the first Patron to enter. * Lisl enters, taking a quick look around before taking a stool at the end of the bar, close to the kitchen door. "Evening, Rhys." <Rhys> Evening, Miss Ferinsdottir. What'll it be for you tonight? * Tarri enters, smiling broadly. She carries a cloth-covered basket from which emanates a faint scent of pastry and fruit. "Hi, Lisl! Good evening, Master Rhys." <Rhys> Good evening, Miss Mandeil. Practicing your kitchen talents? <Lisl> Something light, Rhys... maybe just a meade, if you can? <Lisl> ::raising her eyebrows:: Tarri! ::sounding a little surprised to see her:: <Rhys> I should be able to, more or less. ::fetches a mug and heads over to the taps:: <Tarri> But of course! Master Bran found me an early strawberry patch... ::she puts her basket on the counter and pulls the cloth away to reveal a dozen or so palm-sized pies:: I thought I'd share... <Lisl> ::with a touch of amusement:: I thought there weren't more than a dozen berries left over from that first pie? * Orlann enters shortly after Tarri. It appears to have been his day off, as he's not dressed in uniform. "Fair day t'you, Master Rhys." <Rhys> Oh, look at that. They smell just wonderful. I'll have to see if there's some milk or cream back in the kitchen. And good evening, Sergeant. <Tarri> ::winks at Lisl:: <Tarri> It was a very *nice* berry patch. * Rhys coaxes some meade out of the taps for Lisl's mug, and sets her up with it. * Orlann nods quickly at Tarri, then takes the seat next to Lisl. "Y'don't mind iffen I sit a spell?" <Lisl> ::nods:: Evening, Sergeant. Well, Tarri, I'm certainly not going to complain about the largesse. Yours or the berry patch's. Thanks, Rhys. * Tarri greets Orlann with a warm smile. <Tarri> Milk would be nice, Master Rhys, if there's any available. If not, I'll just have some water to go with my dessert? * Adam enters, "Good evening everyone." <Tarri> ::helps herself to one of the pies:: * Adam takes a seat at the bar, "Could I have a meade please Rhys?" <Lisl> ::glancing sidelong at Orlann and deliberately curling both hands around her mug, as if to give them something to do:: If you don't mind, I certainly don't, Sergeant. <Rhys> Evening, Adam. And one meade, coming right up. ::he wrings another mug of meade from the taps, then heads back into the kitchen in search of dairy product:: * Adam takes a deep drink and sighs with satisfaction, "Thanks Rhys." <Lisl> ::nods:: Evening, Adam. * Orlann folds his hands in front of him and studies his fingers. "I didn't treat you too good, yester evenin', for someone who's been a friend t'me and t'my girl. I'm sorry." * Rhys comes back, a carafe of milk on each hand. "We're in luck!" * Rhys pours some milk for Tarri and himself. <Tarri> Oh, thank you! ::she takes several satisfying gulps, then goes back to nibbling on her strawberry tart with apparent glee.:: <Lisl> ::relaxes visibly, picking up her mug for a sip before answering:: It was a heavy draught to swallow, and an awfully cavalier way of offering it to you. ::grins a little:: Sort of like forcing 'kick on the unsuspecting... ::shakes her head:: As reactions go, though, yours was pretty calm. Thanks, though. ::glances towards Tarri, lowering her voice a little:: Everything's all right between you two, still? * Rhys sets out small plates next to the basket of tarts, takes a tart for himself, and starts eating ins small bits, with sips of milk. <Tarri> ::smiles at Rhys:: Do you like it? It's my favorite recipe ever... Of course, I usually make bigger pies, but those don't share as easily. <Orlann> ::snorts:: Sure they do, darlin... just like you share 'em with me. Cut me one slice'n eat the rest your own self. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: He's on to you, girl. <Tarri> I do not! ::somehow manages to look indignant and guilty at the same time:: <Rhys> Oh, it is good. Your crust is very well done. Family recipe? <Tarri> ::nods to Rhys:: My grandfather's, actually. At least, that's what Mama told me. * Rhys nudges the basket towards Orlann. "Best get one while there's still some to get, eh? And some milk to have with it, or something else?" <Orlann> ::laughs and takes a pie:: Milk'd be just fine. <Lisl> Meade'll go down just as well with them. ::reaches past Orlann for one of her own:: * Rhys sets Orlann up with a glass and fills it with milk from one of the carafes. "Then milk it shall be." <Tarri> ::mock-scowls at Orlann:: After that comment, I'm not sure I should let you have any... <Lisl> ::looks hopeful, putting on her best puppy-dog look:: Could I have his share, then? <Orlann> No, y'may not. ::reaches into the basket and takes another pie-ette:: <Tarri> ::laughs:: You bring me some berries, Lisl, and I'll make you a pie all for your own. <Lisl> Hey, now... by my count, that means you've had three. ::winks:: * Adam has another drink of meade, "You all can fight over my share." <Rhys> You're going to have to hurry, then, to catch up, won't you, Miss Ferinsdottir? <Lisl> ::scowls at Rhys:: You are *not* going to make me wolf down pie as good as this. * Lisl grins. * Orlann guards one tart with the crook of his arm while eyeing Lisl suspiciously as he eats the first. * Tarri looks on with amused pride. * Lisl grins at Orlann, reaching past him again to stake her claim on another pie-ette while she's working on the first. "Mvl--" She chews and swallows. "Sorry... have you ever tried this with cloudberries, Tarri?" <Tarri> I don't know that I've ever *had* cloudberries, much less had enough of them to bake with. <Lisl> Oh... ::washes down another large bite and licks her fingers before answering:: They're... hm. Come to think, they're not really all that local... No matter. ::grins:: They're a late summer berry, up north. Well, far as they *have* summer, anyway. I'll get you some and we'll see what you can make of them. <Tarri> ::grins:: It sounds like fun. <Lisl> ::takes another swallow of meade and starts in on her second pie:: Mmm. That's what I like to hear... girl who likes a challenge. <Tarri> Mm. ::she licks crumbs from her fingers with satisfaction:: You fight, I'll cook. * Orlann finishes his first pie and spends a while admiring the second as if it were a rare and precious gemstone. <Tarri> ::laughs and elbows Orlann:: Eat it already, would you? * Adam grins, "Should I put that in a setting for you Sergeant?" <Orlann> ::grins:: Well, now, iffen I *eat* it, I won't *have* it, will I? * Lisl practically inhales her second pie, for all her comments about "savoring." She nudges Orlann with a grin. "You gonna eat that, or shall I take it off your hands?" <Tarri> ::giggles:: Looks like if you *don't* eat it, you won't have it long, either. <Lisl> ::grins:: Besides, what do you need to keep the pie for, long as you stay in the good graces of the piemaker? <Rhys> Tragedy, that. You can't eat your tart and have it, too. * Orlann looks mock-hurt and takes a large bite out of the tart. "Fine, then." <Lisl> ::grins and pats him on the back:: That's the way. <Tarri> ::pats Orlann's arm with a great show of false sympathy:: There, there, love. You don't have to eat it if you don't *want* to... <Orlann> ::muffled through a mouthful of pastry:: Cain't win... <Lisl> ::mock-offended:: You got *three* pies! How is this not winning? <Tarri> ::laughs:: Poor, abused darling. * Tarri finishes her milk, leaving the tiniest of white mustaches on her lip. * Orlann sniffs. "I sure am. P'rhaps I should jest take another pie, for comfort-like." * Adam finishes his meade, "Could I have another please Rhys?" <Tarri> ::laughs:: How can you eat that many pies in one sitting? What on earth have you been *doing* today, to work up that kind of appetite? * Rhys pours Adam another mug of meade. "Of course." <Lisl> ::grins and mutters:: You mean... not everyone eats that much in one sitting? <Orlann> Jus' practicin'... <Tarri> Practicing for a pie-eating competition? <Lisl> Pah! Would be a waste of good pie... ::takes another swig of meade:: <Orlann> ::laughs:: Not 'xactly, no. But peach season is comin' up an' I happen to have a good friend what's got a few trees in flower. Tarri might be right fond of strawberries, but I've always been partial t'peaches m'self. <Lisl> Ha! ::grins:: Hear that, Tarri? Sounds like the lad doesn't intend to let you out of the kitchen. ::winks:: <Tarri> ::laughs:: I don't mind cooking, as long as I'm properly thanked. ::she winks at Orlann:: <Lisl> ::pulls a look of mock-distress:: Alas! I'll have to take lessons from Jaret. * Orlann nearly chokes on his last bite of pie, blushing furiously. <Adam> Sorry Lisl, Jaret's clothes would look ridiculous on you. <Lisl> ::pounds Orlann on the back, looking a touch concerned:: Don't eat so fast, you don't want to waste it. <Rhys> Hmph. I don't know what he has to teach. <Tarri> ::grins, then nods at Adam's comment:: Not to mention his manners. <Lisl> So would his-- ::grins:: --manners. Aye. But it'd be worth a try, if she wants to be thanked *properly.* <Lisl> ::takes another swallow of meade and pushes her mug across the counter for a refill:: Oh, come now, Rhys. You can't deny the man has painfully exquisite manners. * Adam sips his meade. <Rhys> He's frippy. ::he refills Lisl's mug:: And he doesn't take anything seriously. One day, he's going to get someone hurt. <Tarri> ::looks up at Rhys:: Frippy? <Rhys> Frippy. With the clothes and the scarves and the capes and the tasseled boot ruffles. <Tarri> Oh. ::grins:: Do you not approve of Master Talarin, either, then? He's pretty careful about his wardrobe, too. <Rhys> The Master Bard has a family. He's grounded. He's got roots. A sense of responsibility. <Adam> Jaret can be as frippy as he wants to be as long as he keeps recommending me to people looking for a smith. <Lisl> ::grins:: Aye, frippy I'll give you. Thanks. ::sips from her refilled mug:: Though... ::scratches her cheek:: Hm. He can take things seriously enough, I believe. He's just... ::considers, and half-smiles:: ...heh. To sound like one of Master Ilarion's bodice-rippers, he embraces danger with full knowledge of what he opposes, and yet manages to laugh in its face. * Rhys hmphs again, and polishes a glass. * Orlann snorts, frothing milk down his chin. He mops his face with the cuff of his sleeve. <Lisl> ::face suddenly reddening:: ...not that I've ever *read* his novels. <Orlann> ::in a tone of complete disbelief:: Of course not. <Tarri> ::laughs:: It's all right, Lisl. *I* have. You didn't sound the least bit like him, though... Too many long words. Roni's intended audience isn't generally overfull with intellect. * Lisl glares at Orlann. <Lisl> Ha! No... I'll grant you that. <Adam> So is he still writing or has he been forced to give that up now that he's teaching at the school? <Lisl> ::takes another swallow of meade:: 'Sides, Rhys... Jaret's *got* family. We've all met his dad. And he's got a house... ::grins:: ...for all that it keeps falling down. <Tarri> I don't know. I haven't seen anything from him for a while, but I haven't really been looking... <Orlann> Mistress duNache could prolly tell you, iffen you really want t'know... * Adam sips his meade. <Lisl> Mistress--- oh, Gloss? Heh. Aye, she probably could. <Rhys> A fan, is she? <Lisl> Aye. Or... ::frowns a little:: At least, she was. Zoya was saying something about being up to the gills in gnomish fiction, lately.... <Tarri> *I'm* not really that interested. They're all pretty much the same, and if I've got time for reading, there are some more interesting prospects around. <Lisl> Ouch. Don't say that to too many of his fans... I get the impression both of them like their comforts, and teaching can't pay all *that* well. <Tarri> ::smirks at Lisl:: I doubt he's going to lose many sales to Devrier's Field Guide to Medicinal Herbs, or the volumes on anatomy Gloss found for me. <Lisl> ::snorts:: Well... the anatomy books, maybe... ::chuckles and takes another drink:: * Tarri notes that there is only one tart left in the basket, and she puts it on an empty plate before carefully folding her cloth and putting it back in the basket. "Well, those went over well..." <Lisl> Down well, too. ::grins and pats her stomach:: <Orlann> Always, darlin'... it's right good that I get a lot o'walkin' done in m'job, or I'd get fat. * Rhys looks at the last tart, and waits to see who pounces. <Lisl> Ha! * Lisl eyes the last, lonely tart sidelong. <Tarri> ::grins:: If I hadn't invested so much in my healer training, I might consider opening a pastry-shop instead of a clinic. * Adam lifts his hand as if he's about to signal the start of a race, "And...GO!" * Lisl leans casually on the bar, incidentally putting her hand a little closer to the plate. <Tarri> ::laughs:: Oh, just *take* it, Lisl. We really do have more pie at home that 'Lann can have if he wants more. <Orlann> Heh... I reckon I'm 'bout done in for t'night anyways. <Lisl> ::grins:: Well, if you're asking me to... ::grabs the tart in a near-blur of motion and bites into it with a blissful sigh:: <Adam> ::chuckles and has more meade:: <Tarri> ::laughs, and leans against Orlann's side, putting an arm around his waist:: I hope not *entirely* done in. I don't think I could carry you back to the apartment. <Lisl> ::takes a swallow of meade:: In sincere gratitude for the pies, Tarri, I'd more than happily carry him all the way back *for* you. <Orlann> I reckon I c'n manage it, darlin'. ::he pushes his empty glass of milk away and puts down a few coins:: For Miss Lisl's meade's'well, iffen y'don't mind. <Rhys> Last call, everyone. <Lisl> ::raises her eyebrows:: I can cover it, Sergeant, that's okay. * Adam finishes his meade, "That will do me Rhys." <Orlann> ::shakes his head:: It ain't. I'll tend t'yer drinks t'nite. It's only right. You're our friend, ayuh? * Rhys takes Orlann's coins. "I don't mind at all." * Adam pulls out a few coins and places them on the bar, "I should probably be going myself." * Lisl cocks her head to study him a moment and smiles, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You're alright, Sergeant. Thanks." <Rhys> ::sweeping up Adam's coins as well:: Good night, all of you. * Orlann gives her a quick bow, then escorts Tarri from the Hall. <Lisl> 'Night, all. * Tarri smiles at Orlann and collects her basket. "Good night, everyone!" * Lisl stands to finish off the last of her meade. <Adam> Night you two. <Adam> ::stands and heads for the door:: Goodnight Rhys, Lisl. <Rhys> Goodnight, Adam. Happy smithing. <Lisl> Thanks, Rhys. Oh-- and if you could pass on to the other Hallmasters... Orlann mentioned to me a couple days ago that Lt. Adiethian's been reassigned. Away from Marsember, on account of sticking up for the likes of us. <Rhys> Leaving better than you arrived, Miss Ferinsdottir? And I'll mention it, when I see them. <Lisl> ::grins:: Aye, Rhys, very much so, I think. ::puts her mug down:: A good night to you, and sleep sweet. <Rhys> Same to you, Miss Ferinsdottir. * Lisl walks out with a wave. * Rhys follows Lisl to the door, locks it behind her, and heads back to the kitchen to clean up. |
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