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[Feb. 13th, 2010|07:06 pm] |
*would be spending Vendórë's Day in Gondolin, with the boyfriend, but changing his schedule involved picking up the holiday shift* *instead, makes other arrangements by phone*
*feels a little guilty about leaving Gandalf to his own devices for most of the day, until he's reassured (reminded?) that "a wizard is never without his own devices, Meriadoc Brandybuck!"* *well, all righty then!*
*gets back home around suppertime and flits about the house, full of excited energy, eyeballs practically glued to the clock, until Gandalf (laughingly) persuades him to do something productive before he punches holes through the ceiling* *to that end... bakes!*
*is making good progress on some scratch cookie dough when his mobile goes off* Crap, crap. *waves his floury hands at his houseguest, rather frantically* Pick it up pick it up—! |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|10:17 pm] |
*has cracked out the woolly grey coat and scarf for another round of northerly visits (long overdue, even by his standards)*
*finds himself planted at one of the usual kitchen tables on a chilly afternoon, finishing up a (purely hobbitish) lunch of sandwiches, soup, cheese, homemade applesauce, pickles, and iced tea* *does so love how some things never, ever change*
*waggles his spoon at his companion, continuing the conversation most cheerfully* You, my dear Meriadoc, haven't got the faintest clue what to do with this ex-Quendë you've snared. They don't come much more complicated, I'll tell you. *illustrating with a quick twirl of the spoon* That one likes to think round and round in circles. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2008|07:34 pm] |
*pads around the kitchen in his T-shirt and plaid PJ pants, wondering what he should cobble up for breakfast* *is warm enough for the most part, thanks to the giant mug of coffee steaming on the counter, but (as usual) forgot to put on socks and is therefore slowly losing feeling in his toes* *yep, it's definitely autumn!*
*will only be cooking for one this morning, so is at something of a loss* *just eggs and bacon and toast and jam, maybe?* *ooh, and pickle chips on the side*
*looks round at a rapid knock on the front door* *blinks, a little confused, but hopeful!* (*maybe this means he'll have company for breakfast, after all?*)
*makes a vague attempt to finger-comb his hair into some kind of order as he heads to the entryway* *opens the door* 'lo? |
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hungry