Lilith_
--Veronica_ wrote:
Do you have----it is called---Shepherd's Pie? A meat pie. And some bread would be nice.
Lili heard the echoes of the words pounding inside her head. An aching head for that matter. The question sounded distant, as is spoken from an opposing shore of a narrow lake, and slightly stuffed. "Did you say pie?" she said - but seemingly not loud enough, since she could barely hear herself - while rubbing her head. She stopped and pressed her index finger on that certain point between the brows that ensured an amelioration to any headache.
Hearing no answer, she opened her eyes, trying to look around her. But alas! t'was all pitch dark and she hastily reached for a candle, or anything that could provide some light. But there was nothing to grab so she straightened up and tried to stand to her feet. With no luck, however, since the best she could was crouch as if she'd been stuck in a box.
With a flick of enlightment inside her own brain, she soon realized she must have fallen asleep in the tavern after the many drinks she'd had. In the tavern, yes, that would have been one thing. But not in the closet where Kel kept his spare boots! She squeaked upon that sudden epiphany and, struck with shame, she tried to open the closet door silently, so as to sneak out without anyone noticing.
But this surely wasn't her lucky day, for as she pushed with no success, she figured she must have been locked there from the outside and forgotten there if she'd fallen asleep and went all quiet. "Rats, Roby! You and your cake and closet ideas", she said to herself with a sigh.
As she had no other option but to face the facts and swallow her shame, she knocked on the closet door and said in a shy, repentant voice "Kel, could you please give your sis a hand? I'm in the closet.....and would really like to come out and bake the lady a meat pie."
As she waited to be released, she kept thinking of a way to explain the situation.
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Baronet of Egremont. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJgQVkaxFYM



















I came to work early, to set up the tables for the evening meals. Maxine had prepared sausages! I could hardly wait to try them with the fragrant herb and onion bread she had pulled from the oven earlier!
John Blackstone entered the tavern, already carrying a tankard of hot spiced wine. He sat at the bar and took a long drink, eyeballing Blythe as she went about her work. The lass had a thin sheen of perspiration on her upper lip, as she had just returned from the kitchen where Maxine roasted chestnuts on the hearth.





As he pulled off his heavy coat, hat, and furlined gloves, Blythe was impressed with his appearance. He sat down at the bar across from her and smiled.









