The Lounge's Autumn Escape

*Looks up from writing to greet Mz. Serpentine with a smile*

I'm hoping to give it another try at the Renaissance Festival this year. It wasn't quite to my liking last time, but my tastes have changed as well.

*Eyes follow the tongues of flame to the quickly crisping marshmallow in the fire*

Essie, you may want to pull that one back now. They go from cloud to coal quickly.

*The sound of the cork coming undone and the glug of liquid shifting in its container are followed by a low satisfied sigh. The cork is left aside this time, but his pen is reunited with paper in short order thereafter, a few muttered words just at the edge of recognition*
 
It's lovely, I enjoy it. I had a bottle of absolutely beautiful mead last year when I visited Lejre, just outside Roskilde in Denmark. I've never tasted anything quite like it, it was divine. You can't get anything like it in Ireland, sadly.

sighs, shifting a little in her seat and turning a page

I might write today. Once I feel inspired...
 
:eek:

Pulls the stick back a little too hard and sends the flaming marshmallow back over her shoulder to the trees. A small hiss of a fire extinguisher is heard as Monroe sprints over and puts out the danger.

Might take me a while to get the hang of this :eek:

Thanks, Pretty, I did end up having a rather splendid birthday. Went out to dinner with 8 of my friends to a Mexican restaurant. There were sombreros. And the staff surprised me with a free molten chocolate pudding. And I discovered that margaritas actually contain tequila, not vodka. Apparently I'm adorable when I'm tipsy - like a giggly possum :eek:

Shudders and goes pale as the alcohol gets passed around the campfire

Oh a world of no....
 
<Sits by lake and gathers tinder for a small fire. When it is lit, the glow is doubled by the black lake. Above, stars dot the sky like snowflakes, and the moon is a cold blue. The trees' branches frame and slow the scene to a Breughel stillness.>
 
Curls up in an Adirondack chair under the porch, peering out at the storm.

No dipping, skinny or otherwise, for me today, Monroe.

Smiles as Monroe sits next to her, tucks a big warm blanket around them, pulls her close and passes her a mug of sweet raspberry tea.

Hugs are always welcome, Monroe, especially in this kind of weather.
 
beneath the tarp, and out of the rain, Brit settles herself to write

the nearby firebowl chasing the chill from the air
 
Sends over a pot of lemon & ginger tea to Brit, to make sure she doesn't catch cold while concocting another of her wonderful tales... with a few chocolate biscuits for good measure ;)
 
bustles about in the kitchen of the little cabin, lovely smells of cinnamon, vanilla and apples wafting out and around the woodland, before the kitchen window is raised and something delicious is brought out and set on a little table to cool

Here you go, world.

begins to slice up the warm pie, setting up ice cream or fresh cream or custard
 
Oh my, that smells epically good!

appears from the woods with a wide grin on her face

Just gorgeous!
 
Emerges from Monroe's warm hug and blanket to give Pretty a hug and partake of her marvellous baked creation.

Generous scoop of Madagascan vanilla bean ice cream....

Takes first spoonful of warm pie and chilled ice cream together, eyes rolling back in head

God, if a man made me feel quite this good and satisfied, I would be the happiest lady in the land :rose:
 
Thank you ladies! A little bit of pastry goodness never hurt anybody.

nods and smiles before sitting down in a little chair dusted with dried leaves to enjoy a slice

This is the life. Good people, good pie and good music.
 
prettyserpentine said:
This is the life. Good people, good pie and good music.


Well, two out of three ain't bad, as the song goes ;)

Ducking the spoonful of custard flung in her direction, giggling and settling down on a fallen log bench, handily crafted with carved-out seats and rustic cushions.
 
You said it, lovely!

grins and settles back against a tree to enjoy her own wedge of pie

Bliss. Absolute bliss.
 
Les trois femmes, la tarte aux pommes, la glace a la vanille - je suis tres heureuse ce soir :)
 
Wait a minute, you don't like the song?! How dare you diss Enya! She's one of the best Irish exports in existence!! Sacrilege!!

is exceptionally ruffled
 
Maybe there's a reason you guys exported her...

Giggling and falling sideways as a pie slicer comes hurtling in her direction, ninja star style
 
makes the most of the Enya related chaos to sneak another slice of pie and lashings of cream
 
I'm going to make you listen to Rammstein and that'll teach you, you whippersnapper!

tucks into another slice with a grumpy expression
 
Well, my humble opinion, I can't imagine a world without Enya in it. Her songs have always been there for me, as far back as I can remember musically. She's not a favourite, per se, but I do love some of her songs.

smiles and munches

That's the awesome thing about music, how it touches us all. We can't all like the same stuff, that'd be boring, but we can appreciate one another's particular favourites without any real discomfort to ourselves.

And pretty? This is some damned good pie!

finishes her plate with a sigh of contentment
 
Britwitch said:
Well, my humble opinion, I can't imagine a world without Enya in it. Her songs have always been there for me, as far back as I can remember musically. She's not a favourite, per se, but I do love some of her songs.

Yay! A fellow fan! You know, 'The Memory of Trees' was the second CD I ever bought. I remember buying it with money my aunt sent me for Christmas when I was about 14. I still have it and it's one of my favourites. I find her music just transports me away to a different world, and it really puts me in the mood to write certain scenes. Usually fairytales or something mythical. But half the time when I write that kind of thing, it gets hidden away somewhere and never seen again!

Britwitch said:
That's the awesome thing about music, how it touches us all. We can't all like the same stuff, that'd be boring, but we can appreciate one another's particular favourites without any real discomfort to ourselves.

This is very true. I mean, if my mood changes I could be listening to The Bee Gees or Slipknot, who knows...

sighs

I just love music. I love how it just emphasises life.
 
I used to live with someone who played Rammstein when they were doing the housework. Nothing like seeing a bloke doing his ironing whilst singing along to German metal :D

Finishing off piece and ice cream with a happy clatter of spoon

Hear, hear, Brit - superb baking there, Pretty One. I think I shall have to have a rather big nap now, so relaxed am I from your culinary efforts.

Slowly returns to the porch, giving her friends big Essie-esque hugs, stretching and grinning sleepily

Shove up, Monroe, time for cuddles and blanket sharing again.
 
Naps are good! Especially after nice food. I'm going to continue struggling to write, and now listening to The Memory of Trees again.

grins

It never ceases to amaze me how a certain someone can send me a '-poke-' on Skype and I get a huge big grin plastered across my face. This is a great Sunday.
 
I know what you mean. That certain sound on skype or kik or wherever...the one that means they've sent you a message. That feeling you get...

sighs happily

Nothing like it in the world.

And my own attempts at writing have had to take a back burner to domestic duties but, hopefully, before bedtime gets here I shall manage something!

nods determinedly
 
Dylan Moran:

'The Vagina Monologues sounds so fantastically fucking stupid. Everybody knows if vaginas could talk, they would sound exactly like Enya.'

Poor Enya. I'm sure she's lovely and does lots of charity work.
 
I love Enya. I think she donates a good bit to charity, but she's a bit of a recluse. Honestly you can't blame her, if people are saying things like she sounds like a vagina.

And good afternoon, Des! There's apple pie, if you'd like any.
 
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