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[Sept 4] [Slayers] No Special Occasion
Title: No Special Occasion
Day/Theme: 04. happy Thursday to you
Series:Slayers
Character/Pairing: Gourry/Lina
Rating: G
The table was groaning under the weight of the spread. The inn had prepared a feast. There was a large roast in the center of the table, surrounded in potatoes, garlic, and chopped carrots. A huge blue pottery bowl was filled with a crisp green salad, and had two different cruets of dressing. There was a duck, stuffed with herbs and cornbread and fried to golden crispiness.
A dish of baked sweet potatoes was gleaming with butter and brown sugar. The smell of warm yeast rolls was emanating from a basket covered with a tea towel. Another pottery dish held a cheese-covered casserole that was full of vegetables and noodles. A sliced tomato was in a dish next to a little cruet of dressing for them. There was a big pot of green beans with chunks of bacon simmering in it, and a pan of sausages still faintly sizzling.
A pan of stuffed mushrooms was next to a tureen of chicken soup filled with dumplings. There were slices of ham, and fried onions, and a dish of vegetables with rice. A large cake with lemon-yellow frosting waited on the end of the table with a strawberry-rhubarb pie and a plate full of jelly pastries.
“Is there a wedding party here or something?” the new guest asked. The innkeeper broke into a tired, but well-paid grin.
“Naw,” he said, jerking a thumb toward the rumble of feet on the stairs. A skinny redhead in a weird outfit burst into the room with a ‘wahoo!’. Close on her heels, was a tall blond man in blue partial armor. “It’s just Thursday. They do this every night.”
Day/Theme: 04. happy Thursday to you
Series:Slayers
Character/Pairing: Gourry/Lina
Rating: G
The table was groaning under the weight of the spread. The inn had prepared a feast. There was a large roast in the center of the table, surrounded in potatoes, garlic, and chopped carrots. A huge blue pottery bowl was filled with a crisp green salad, and had two different cruets of dressing. There was a duck, stuffed with herbs and cornbread and fried to golden crispiness.
A dish of baked sweet potatoes was gleaming with butter and brown sugar. The smell of warm yeast rolls was emanating from a basket covered with a tea towel. Another pottery dish held a cheese-covered casserole that was full of vegetables and noodles. A sliced tomato was in a dish next to a little cruet of dressing for them. There was a big pot of green beans with chunks of bacon simmering in it, and a pan of sausages still faintly sizzling.
A pan of stuffed mushrooms was next to a tureen of chicken soup filled with dumplings. There were slices of ham, and fried onions, and a dish of vegetables with rice. A large cake with lemon-yellow frosting waited on the end of the table with a strawberry-rhubarb pie and a plate full of jelly pastries.
“Is there a wedding party here or something?” the new guest asked. The innkeeper broke into a tired, but well-paid grin.
“Naw,” he said, jerking a thumb toward the rumble of feet on the stairs. A skinny redhead in a weird outfit burst into the room with a ‘wahoo!’. Close on her heels, was a tall blond man in blue partial armor. “It’s just Thursday. They do this every night.”