Bama's Woodland Retreat

the tap to her backside drew a softgasp and an even softer moan as she glowered at the two of them "Sorry, Wolfias. I'll eat whatever you make." then still feigning anger she went to her writing desk. " alright darnit... I think i am going to have to talk to MY co- writers now. it seems they are intent on keeping me behind in posting!"

Fetching a spatula twirling it, flips it over his shoulder from behind his back, catching it without looking. Plates were next as he juggles three, flipping one after the other to glad, along with three juice glasses. Filling the omelets with cheese and bacon for Glad, Bama's was next hopefully she likes the works. Finally filling his omelet folding it over, plating each one with care and flair. Turning to the fridge opening the door, retrieving a box of mixed berries, opening it spinning around to finish plating. Grabbing the pepper and salt shakers quickly, salting and peppering the omelets to taste with a grin. ''Eh voila iz fin' cher'e and le elf et iz served.''
 
just a note to let all my co-writers know that i came down sick and it is kicking my tail end so i won't be writing for a couple days. I promise to get you all caught up as soon as i am feeling better.
 
"You cook wonderfully well sir wolf." the elf says as he continues to eat the wonderful eggs he has prepared.
 
*finally crawls out of a nyquil induced coma, not fully functional but functioning.*

hmm place looks deserted tonight... i always do pick the worst times to come alive.
 
*finally crawls out of a nyquil induced coma, not fully functional but functioning.*

hmm place looks deserted tonight... i always do pick the worst times to come alive.

*pokes head in through the window*

nah... there could always be a worse time than the present ;)
 
*finally finishes cleaning and cooking and doing laundry and plops down on the sofa with a nice hot cup of cocoa* mmm now this is much better
 
Grins as he carried the plated Omelets with mixed berries, takes bread from the bag to pop slices in the toaster. Placing the dishes on the breakfast nook table, setting the table in a classic southern style. Toast ready it pops from the toaster, fetching butter and peach preserves, coffee pot, juice pitcher, mugs and glasses. Placing these in the middle of the the table, adding the silverware last he pulls the chairs out. "Breakfast is ready ya'll...come and get it!"
 
He chuckles at the wolf but abligingly moves to the table. "It smells wonderful sir Wolf. Thank you for cooking for us." he says lifting his bite of egg to his mouth.
 
Noon decides to peek in and pay a visit to another old friend.

"Saw that you were back, so it's only appropriate for me to say hello." He grins.
 
I'm back after getting the arm my monitors mounted on repaired.

Hopefully you're finally feeling better Bama. -Wolfhugs-
 
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