id like cookies

That sounds good, Lessa. What kind of cookies?

 

*plunks down a platter of food* I thought I'd share my dinner with you all. I marinated boneless chicken breast in orange juice with orange zest and ground ginger, then baked it in the oven with some fries. It came out awesome.

Nice Basel

 

*sets a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the bar*

 

There you go

Mmm... good cookies. Thank you, Lessa.

You're welcome

ooo cookies *snags a cookie*

Eat em up. I have a ton

mmmm cookies good *grabs a few more cookies*

*stumbles into the Tavern/Inn with a big grin on his face and holding his head*

"ow.... oh hey guys... sorry about disappearing all weekend"

*plops down on a chair*

*plops down beside him* So your buying huh? Hope you brought your checkbook*

A round for the nouse! :-)

*plops down beside him* So your buying huh? Hope you brought your checkbook*

A round for the nouse! :-)

 

lol who said anything about buying? I help own the place.

*gets up and pours himself and JR several mugs/ glasses/ shots of booze*

"TO THE BAND!"

Carai an Shen an Calhar!

*Knocks his back*

Carai an Shen an Calhar!

 

*downs several shots and a mug of Guinfantry*

*rolls on in*

'sup rubber Banders?!

Totally off subject n'pardon me fer' bargin' in. But as I was perusin' the first few posts here, it occured ta' meeeee .. that some o'ya not so auld Banders, might'a not never seen Himself .. Footy, Footman, Grim, Footsay, Death Dealer in ACTION, an' clothed (more or less) in his usual rather dapper regalia.

 

THIS dear Banders is yer' legendary Infant IN TPLC attemptin' ta' lop my coconut off in one of our "Band's Game" ... ummm... "dances" ... yeah, that's it.

 

 

Oh.. and Horn.. yer' MG-ness .. Heard from Himself a month or so ago... He still breathes.

*munches on cookies* mmm ill take some shot to go with these please

Totally off subject n'pardon me fer' bargin' in. But as I was perusin' the first few posts here, it occured ta' meeeee .. that some o'ya not so auld Banders, might'a not never seen Himself .. Footy, Footman, Grim, Footsay, Death Dealer in ACTION, an' clothed (more or less) in his usual rather dapper regalia.

 

THIS dear Banders is yer' legendary Infant IN TPLC attemptin' ta' lop my coconut off in one of our "Band's Game" ... ummm... "dances" ... yeah, that's it.

 

 

Oh.. and Horn.. yer' MG-ness .. Heard from Himself a month or so ago... He still breathes.

 

*looks at Auld* "who are you? I haven't seen you from around here before? are you an old-timer? Here come sit, I'll get you a drink or two""

 

*munches on cookies* mmm ill take some shot to go with these please

 

"come right up Dragon!" *lines up several shot glasses around the room and fills them with flamethrowers*

"there you go Dragon!"

ooo lots of shots!! *runs off to drink them*

 

yup Auld is an old timer like myself

lol. oldtimers are always fun!

*watches Dragon walk around the room downing shots*

"its a good feeling seeing your customers happy... its an even better feeling to drink with them!"

*starts downing shots going the direction opposite that Dragon is*

lol u trying to out drink me? *downs more shots*

lol u trying to out drink me? *downs more shots*

 

nope just trying to meet you at the halfway point!

*grins wickedly then downs more shots*

Whatever happens, you're cleaning it up volke

Whatever happens, you're cleaning it up volke

 

"understood Lessa"

Good

Good

 

"what you been upto Lessa?"

*continues to down shots*