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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favourite meal? Who makes it for you?
Elli, "I love cheesecake. Weird enough that is one thing I never get quite right, and my partner does not bake."
Thomas, "I've gotten into the habit of cooking, but Kitty's hot chocolate is the best thing ever. She always knows what I need."
Heidemarie, "Elli's pizza is fabulous. I'd order it every day, but that would get expensive ... in terms of food and clothing!"
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favourite meal? Who makes it for you?
Elli, "I love cheesecake. Weird enough that is one thing I never get quite right, and my partner does not bake."
Thomas, "I've gotten into the habit of cooking, but Kitty's hot chocolate is the best thing ever. She always knows what I need."
Heidemarie, "Elli's pizza is fabulous. I'd order it every day, but that would get expensive ... in terms of food and clothing!"
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#PennedPossibilities 1122
SC POV: Do you have a favourite meal? Who makes it for you?
"No, I don't have a favorite meal," the Colonel said. "I eat whatever the base's chef is making or any ration. But I don't like soup, gives me the runs."
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#PennedPossibilities 1122
SC POV: Do you have a favourite meal? Who makes it for you?
"No, I don't have a favorite meal," the Colonel said. "I eat whatever the base's chef is making or any ration. But I don't like soup, gives me the runs."
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#PennedPossibilities 1122
SC POV: Do you have a favourite meal? Who makes it for you?
"No, I don't have a favorite meal," the Colonel said. "I eat whatever the base's chef is making or any ration. But I don't like soup, gives me the runs."
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#PennedPossibilities 1122
SC POV: Do you have a favourite meal? Who makes it for you?
"No, I don't have a favorite meal," the Colonel said. "I eat whatever the base's chef is making or any ration. But I don't like soup, gives me the runs."
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#PennedPossibilities What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Kristen would be confused by the question, because a) she doesn't believe she has strengths, and b) she becomes confused/anxious whenever she is asked a question about herself. The other characters are cats.
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#PennedPossibilities What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Kristen would be confused by the question, because a) she doesn't believe she has strengths, and b) she becomes confused/anxious whenever she is asked a question about herself. The other characters are cats.
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#PennedPossibilities What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Kristen would be confused by the question, because a) she doesn't believe she has strengths, and b) she becomes confused/anxious whenever she is asked a question about herself. The other characters are cats.
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#PennedPossibilities What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Kristen would be confused by the question, because a) she doesn't believe she has strengths, and b) she becomes confused/anxious whenever she is asked a question about herself. The other characters are cats.
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#PennedPossibilities What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Kristen would be confused by the question, because a) she doesn't believe she has strengths, and b) she becomes confused/anxious whenever she is asked a question about herself. The other characters are cats.
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#PennedPossibilities SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
WIP doesn't really have characters yet. I've got a MC in mind, who will be the only human character. She has two cats, so they're the SCs. They like wet food. MC puts it on plates for them.
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#PennedPossibilities SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
WIP doesn't really have characters yet. I've got a MC in mind, who will be the only human character. She has two cats, so they're the SCs. They like wet food. MC puts it on plates for them.
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#PennedPossibilities SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
WIP doesn't really have characters yet. I've got a MC in mind, who will be the only human character. She has two cats, so they're the SCs. They like wet food. MC puts it on plates for them.
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#PennedPossibilities SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
WIP doesn't really have characters yet. I've got a MC in mind, who will be the only human character. She has two cats, so they're the SCs. They like wet food. MC puts it on plates for them.
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#PennedPossibilities SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
WIP doesn't really have characters yet. I've got a MC in mind, who will be the only human character. She has two cats, so they're the SCs. They like wet food. MC puts it on plates for them.
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
[Okay, is it possible for me to NOT turn these things into little stories? Apparently, not! Here the devil-girl, an SC in the current WIP, gets to talk about her insanely rigorous academic training as a child. —RS]
Appreciating cuisines was always part of my upbringing—before I ran away. Generally, I'll eat anything; the months I lived homeless, I even dumpster dove. I had to approach food like my other studies—like maths, warcraft, and defensive martial arts—learning how food was grown and prepared, how to identify the ingredients once cooked including origins of wines and vegetables to judge their quality, plating, kitchen techniques… Of course, I got tested! Writing essays always makes the diner better enjoy the meal. Am I right?
Attempts to teach me to cook turned out disastrous. I nearly burnt down a wing of the mansion. Twice. Not intentionally! Really! The rumor that I poisoned my tutor is overblown. Nevertheless, after the incident, said tutor wisely decided that a woman who hosts state dinners really doesn't necessarily need to know how to cook said meals. Okay, I'll admit it: cooking was my worst subject, beating out boring history.
I rarely got to appreciate a whole meal, except when I practiced hosting. Even then, I was too busy to take more than a bite of each plate or a sip of each soup or wine whilst keeping up witty pithy conversations with guests two and three times my age. (Yes, I had a tutor in witty conversation; glad you asked! I even had to write after action reports on the hidden agendas each practice guest was told to be bringing up subliminally or indirectly.)
Ended up preferring to grab a loaf of bread stuffed with cold butter, before rushing off to my next training or practice.
Eating for me was another academic, like everything else in my life, including sleeping—I learned and practiced lucid dreaming, naturally. Mealtime became a blur of textures, scents, and mouth feels that required thought and evaluation. So… No favorites, but you guessed that. I do know good food when I see, smell, and taste it. I even appreciate and will seek it out, but I have… let's call it a "refueling mentality."
I don't really care.
Except…
Practicing my defensive arts at twelve years old, I'd sometimes sneak into the servants' wing when they slept. On one sortie, I discovered butter pumpkin peasant bread. Gingerbread scents with the depth of luscious nutty real-churned cow butter, vegatably with a coarse chewy crumb, not very sweet, caramelized and crusty short of starting to burn. I could discuss the temperature related changes to each ingredient to explain how it fit together to make a synergistic whole, but I'll instead admit that I would not understand my physical reaction until years later when I had sex.
Ate the whole loaf.
I could barely keep from thinking about it the following days when my tutors started downgrading me, and until my guardian gave me the talk about being distracted.
I finally snuck over again, hoping no mouse traps were set to catch a rodent thief. Found a loaf on the main table under glass. Each subsequent stealthy sortie to servant's quarters, I'd always find a loaf hidden. In some cabinet, sometimes in an oven or a cast iron pot—until I realized why and confessed to folk I had raided. Their simple "cuisine," I liked it. I began sharing random meals with them midafternoon, when I could finagle a free unsupervised study period—until my guardian realized why my interest in cuisine class waned more than usual. He put a kibosh on it.
No servant was permanently fired because, well, I started setting things on fire, saying I could fire things, too.
Still, the only food I'd call a favorite isn't really a meal. To this day, it is still that butter pumpkin bread. My nose will pull me into a shop before I'll even realize it is one of the rare rustic bakeries that bake it.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
[Okay, is it possible for me to NOT turn these things into little stories? Apparently, not! Here the devil-girl, an SC in the current WIP, gets to talk about her insanely rigorous academic training as a child. —RS]
Appreciating cuisines was always part of my upbringing—before I ran away. Generally, I'll eat anything; the months I lived homeless, I even dumpster dove. I had to approach food like my other studies—like maths, warcraft, and defensive martial arts—learning how food was grown and prepared, how to identify the ingredients once cooked including origins of wines and vegetables to judge their quality, plating, kitchen techniques… Of course, I got tested! Writing essays always makes the diner better enjoy the meal. Am I right?
Attempts to teach me to cook turned out disastrous. I nearly burnt down a wing of the mansion. Twice. Not intentionally! Really! The rumor that I poisoned my tutor is overblown. Nevertheless, after the incident, said tutor wisely decided that a woman who hosts state dinners really doesn't necessarily need to know how to cook said meals. Okay, I'll admit it: cooking was my worst subject, beating out boring history.
I rarely got to appreciate a whole meal, except when I practiced hosting. Even then, I was too busy to take more than a bite of each plate or a sip of each soup or wine whilst keeping up witty pithy conversations with guests two and three times my age. (Yes, I had a tutor in witty conversation; glad you asked! I even had to write after action reports on the hidden agendas each practice guest was told to be bringing up subliminally or indirectly.)
Ended up preferring to grab a loaf of bread stuffed with cold butter, before rushing off to my next training or practice.
Eating for me was another academic, like everything else in my life, including sleeping—I learned and practiced lucid dreaming, naturally. Mealtime became a blur of textures, scents, and mouth feels that required thought and evaluation. So… No favorites, but you guessed that. I do know good food when I see, smell, and taste it. I even appreciate and will seek it out, but I have… let's call it a "refueling mentality."
I don't really care.
Except…
Practicing my defensive arts at twelve years old, I'd sometimes sneak into the servants' wing when they slept. On one sortie, I discovered butter pumpkin peasant bread. Gingerbread scents with the depth of luscious nutty real-churned cow butter, vegatably with a coarse chewy crumb, not very sweet, caramelized and crusty short of starting to burn. I could discuss the temperature related changes to each ingredient to explain how it fit together to make a synergistic whole, but I'll instead admit that I would not understand my physical reaction until years later when I had sex.
Ate the whole loaf.
I could barely keep from thinking about it the following days when my tutors started downgrading me, and until my guardian gave me the talk about being distracted.
I finally snuck over again, hoping no mouse traps were set to catch a rodent thief. Found a loaf on the main table under glass. Each subsequent stealthy sortie to servant's quarters, I'd always find a loaf hidden. In some cabinet, sometimes in an oven or a cast iron pot—until I realized why and confessed to folk I had raided. Their simple "cuisine," I liked it. I began sharing random meals with them midafternoon, when I could finagle a free unsupervised study period—until my guardian realized why my interest in cuisine class waned more than usual. He put a kibosh on it.
No servant was permanently fired because, well, I started setting things on fire, saying I could fire things, too.
Still, the only food I'd call a favorite isn't really a meal. To this day, it is still that butter pumpkin bread. My nose will pull me into a shop before I'll even realize it is one of the rare rustic bakeries that bake it.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
[Okay, is it possible for me to NOT turn these things into little stories? Apparently, not! Here the devil-girl, an SC in the current WIP, gets to talk about her insanely rigorous academic training as a child. —RS]
Appreciating cuisines was always part of my upbringing—before I ran away. Generally, I'll eat anything; the months I lived homeless, I even dumpster dove. I had to approach food like my other studies—like maths, warcraft, and defensive martial arts—learning how food was grown and prepared, how to identify the ingredients once cooked including origins of wines and vegetables to judge their quality, plating, kitchen techniques… Of course, I got tested! Writing essays always makes the diner better enjoy the meal. Am I right?
Attempts to teach me to cook turned out disastrous. I nearly burnt down a wing of the mansion. Twice. Not intentionally! Really! The rumor that I poisoned my tutor is overblown. Nevertheless, after the incident, said tutor wisely decided that a woman who hosts state dinners really doesn't necessarily need to know how to cook said meals. Okay, I'll admit it: cooking was my worst subject, beating out boring history.
I rarely got to appreciate a whole meal, except when I practiced hosting. Even then, I was too busy to take more than a bite of each plate or a sip of each soup or wine whilst keeping up witty pithy conversations with guests two and three times my age. (Yes, I had a tutor in witty conversation; glad you asked! I even had to write after action reports on the hidden agendas each practice guest was told to be bringing up subliminally or indirectly.)
Ended up preferring to grab a loaf of bread stuffed with cold butter, before rushing off to my next training or practice.
Eating for me was another academic, like everything else in my life, including sleeping—I learned and practiced lucid dreaming, naturally. Mealtime became a blur of textures, scents, and mouth feels that required thought and evaluation. So… No favorites, but you guessed that. I do know good food when I see, smell, and taste it. I even appreciate and will seek it out, but I have… let's call it a "refueling mentality."
I don't really care.
Except…
Practicing my defensive arts at twelve years old, I'd sometimes sneak into the servants' wing when they slept. On one sortie, I discovered butter pumpkin peasant bread. Gingerbread scents with the depth of luscious nutty real-churned cow butter, vegatably with a coarse chewy crumb, not very sweet, caramelized and crusty short of starting to burn. I could discuss the temperature related changes to each ingredient to explain how it fit together to make a synergistic whole, but I'll instead admit that I would not understand my physical reaction until years later when I had sex.
Ate the whole loaf.
I could barely keep from thinking about it the following days when my tutors started downgrading me, and until my guardian gave me the talk about being distracted.
I finally snuck over again, hoping no mouse traps were set to catch a rodent thief. Found a loaf on the main table under glass. Each subsequent stealthy sortie to servant's quarters, I'd always find a loaf hidden. In some cabinet, sometimes in an oven or a cast iron pot—until I realized why and confessed to folk I had raided. Their simple "cuisine," I liked it. I began sharing random meals with them midafternoon, when I could finagle a free unsupervised study period—until my guardian realized why my interest in cuisine class waned more than usual. He put a kibosh on it.
No servant was permanently fired because, well, I started setting things on fire, saying I could fire things, too.
Still, the only food I'd call a favorite isn't really a meal. To this day, it is still that butter pumpkin bread. My nose will pull me into a shop before I'll even realize it is one of the rare rustic bakeries that bake it.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
[Okay, is it possible for me to NOT turn these things into little stories? Apparently, not! Here the devil-girl, an SC in the current WIP, gets to talk about her insanely rigorous academic training as a child. —RS]
Appreciating cuisines was always part of my upbringing—before I ran away. Generally, I'll eat anything; the months I lived homeless, I even dumpster dove. I had to approach food like my other studies—like maths, warcraft, and defensive martial arts—learning how food was grown and prepared, how to identify the ingredients once cooked including origins of wines and vegetables to judge their quality, plating, kitchen techniques… Of course, I got tested! Writing essays always makes the diner better enjoy the meal. Am I right?
Attempts to teach me to cook turned out disastrous. I nearly burnt down a wing of the mansion. Twice. Not intentionally! Really! The rumor that I poisoned my tutor is overblown. Nevertheless, after the incident, said tutor wisely decided that a woman who hosts state dinners really doesn't necessarily need to know how to cook said meals. Okay, I'll admit it: cooking was my worst subject, beating out boring history.
I rarely got to appreciate a whole meal, except when I practiced hosting. Even then, I was too busy to take more than a bite of each plate or a sip of each soup or wine whilst keeping up witty pithy conversations with guests two and three times my age. (Yes, I had a tutor in witty conversation; glad you asked! I even had to write after action reports on the hidden agendas each practice guest was told to be bringing up subliminally or indirectly.)
Ended up preferring to grab a loaf of bread stuffed with cold butter, before rushing off to my next training or practice.
Eating for me was another academic, like everything else in my life, including sleeping—I learned and practiced lucid dreaming, naturally. Mealtime became a blur of textures, scents, and mouth feels that required thought and evaluation. So… No favorites, but you guessed that. I do know good food when I see, smell, and taste it. I even appreciate and will seek it out, but I have… let's call it a "refueling mentality."
I don't really care.
Except…
Practicing my defensive arts at twelve years old, I'd sometimes sneak into the servants' wing when they slept. On one sortie, I discovered butter pumpkin peasant bread. Gingerbread scents with the depth of luscious nutty real-churned cow butter, vegatably with a coarse chewy crumb, not very sweet, caramelized and crusty short of starting to burn. I could discuss the temperature related changes to each ingredient to explain how it fit together to make a synergistic whole, but I'll instead admit that I would not understand my physical reaction until years later when I had sex.
Ate the whole loaf.
I could barely keep from thinking about it the following days when my tutors started downgrading me, and until my guardian gave me the talk about being distracted.
I finally snuck over again, hoping no mouse traps were set to catch a rodent thief. Found a loaf on the main table under glass. Each subsequent stealthy sortie to servant's quarters, I'd always find a loaf hidden. In some cabinet, sometimes in an oven or a cast iron pot—until I realized why and confessed to folk I had raided. Their simple "cuisine," I liked it. I began sharing random meals with them midafternoon, when I could finagle a free unsupervised study period—until my guardian realized why my interest in cuisine class waned more than usual. He put a kibosh on it.
No servant was permanently fired because, well, I started setting things on fire, saying I could fire things, too.
Still, the only food I'd call a favorite isn't really a meal. To this day, it is still that butter pumpkin bread. My nose will pull me into a shop before I'll even realize it is one of the rare rustic bakeries that bake it.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
[Okay, is it possible for me to NOT turn these things into little stories? Apparently, not! Here the devil-girl, an SC in the current WIP, gets to talk about her insanely rigorous academic training as a child. —RS]
Appreciating cuisines was always part of my upbringing—before I ran away. Generally, I'll eat anything; the months I lived homeless, I even dumpster dove. I had to approach food like my other studies—like maths, warcraft, and defensive martial arts—learning how food was grown and prepared, how to identify the ingredients once cooked including origins of wines and vegetables to judge their quality, plating, kitchen techniques… Of course, I got tested! Writing essays always makes the diner better enjoy the meal. Am I right?
Attempts to teach me to cook turned out disastrous. I nearly burnt down a wing of the mansion. Twice. Not intentionally! Really! The rumor that I poisoned my tutor is overblown. Nevertheless, after the incident, said tutor wisely decided that a woman who hosts state dinners really doesn't necessarily need to know how to cook said meals. Okay, I'll admit it: cooking was my worst subject, beating out boring history.
I rarely got to appreciate a whole meal, except when I practiced hosting. Even then, I was too busy to take more than a bite of each plate or a sip of each soup or wine whilst keeping up witty pithy conversations with guests two and three times my age. (Yes, I had a tutor in witty conversation; glad you asked! I even had to write after action reports on the hidden agendas each practice guest was told to be bringing up subliminally or indirectly.)
Ended up preferring to grab a loaf of bread stuffed with cold butter, before rushing off to my next training or practice.
Eating for me was another academic, like everything else in my life, including sleeping—I learned and practiced lucid dreaming, naturally. Mealtime became a blur of textures, scents, and mouth feels that required thought and evaluation. So… No favorites, but you guessed that. I do know good food when I see, smell, and taste it. I even appreciate and will seek it out, but I have… let's call it a "refueling mentality."
I don't really care.
Except…
Practicing my defensive arts at twelve years old, I'd sometimes sneak into the servants' wing when they slept. On one sortie, I discovered butter pumpkin peasant bread. Gingerbread scents with the depth of luscious nutty real-churned cow butter, vegatably with a coarse chewy crumb, not very sweet, caramelized and crusty short of starting to burn. I could discuss the temperature related changes to each ingredient to explain how it fit together to make a synergistic whole, but I'll instead admit that I would not understand my physical reaction until years later when I had sex.
Ate the whole loaf.
I could barely keep from thinking about it the following days when my tutors started downgrading me, and until my guardian gave me the talk about being distracted.
I finally snuck over again, hoping no mouse traps were set to catch a rodent thief. Found a loaf on the main table under glass. Each subsequent stealthy sortie to servant's quarters, I'd always find a loaf hidden. In some cabinet, sometimes in an oven or a cast iron pot—until I realized why and confessed to folk I had raided. Their simple "cuisine," I liked it. I began sharing random meals with them midafternoon, when I could finagle a free unsupervised study period—until my guardian realized why my interest in cuisine class waned more than usual. He put a kibosh on it.
No servant was permanently fired because, well, I started setting things on fire, saying I could fire things, too.
Still, the only food I'd call a favorite isn't really a meal. To this day, it is still that butter pumpkin bread. My nose will pull me into a shop before I'll even realize it is one of the rare rustic bakeries that bake it.
[Author retains copyright (c)2026 R.S.]
#gender #fiction #writer #author
#sf #sff #sciencefiction
#writing #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #writers
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory -
#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Airisu: "Chicken nugs! Sumika buys them at the store and keeps them in the refrigerator."
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Airisu: "Chicken nugs! Sumika buys them at the store and keeps them in the refrigerator."
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Airisu: "Chicken nugs! Sumika buys them at the store and keeps them in the refrigerator."
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Grigga: I make it, of course. I own a tavern in Marelance. One of my favorite meals to make for the customers (and myself) is stewed rabbits with onions and other veg. Rabbits are plentiful in this area. My son catches them for me as often as he can, and they’re quick and easy to skin for a large group of people. I’ll braise them with onions, carrots, mushrooms, and peppers, and then add a bit of red wine to help soften the meat. It’s usually served with bread as well, which I bake daily.
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #TheScarletMirror #FatedByFire #CozyFantasy #Fantasy #SwordAndSorcery #Romance
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Grigga: I make it, of course. I own a tavern in Marelance. One of my favorite meals to make for the customers (and myself) is stewed rabbits with onions and other veg. Rabbits are plentiful in this area. My son catches them for me as often as he can, and they’re quick and easy to skin for a large group of people. I’ll braise them with onions, carrots, mushrooms, and peppers, and then add a bit of red wine to help soften the meat. It’s usually served with bread as well, which I bake daily.
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #TheScarletMirror #FatedByFire #CozyFantasy #Fantasy #SwordAndSorcery #Romance
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Grigga: I make it, of course. I own a tavern in Marelance. One of my favorite meals to make for the customers (and myself) is stewed rabbits with onions and other veg. Rabbits are plentiful in this area. My son catches them for me as often as he can, and they’re quick and easy to skin for a large group of people. I’ll braise them with onions, carrots, mushrooms, and peppers, and then add a bit of red wine to help soften the meat. It’s usually served with bread as well, which I bake daily.
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #TheScarletMirror #FatedByFire #CozyFantasy #Fantasy #SwordAndSorcery #Romance
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Grigga: I make it, of course. I own a tavern in Marelance. One of my favorite meals to make for the customers (and myself) is stewed rabbits with onions and other veg. Rabbits are plentiful in this area. My son catches them for me as often as he can, and they’re quick and easy to skin for a large group of people. I’ll braise them with onions, carrots, mushrooms, and peppers, and then add a bit of red wine to help soften the meat. It’s usually served with bread as well, which I bake daily.
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #TheScarletMirror #FatedByFire #CozyFantasy #Fantasy #SwordAndSorcery #Romance
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#PennedPossibilities 1122: SC POV: Do you have a favorite meal? Who makes it for you?
Grigga: I make it, of course. I own a tavern in Marelance. One of my favorite meals to make for the customers (and myself) is stewed rabbits with onions and other veg. Rabbits are plentiful in this area. My son catches them for me as often as he can, and they’re quick and easy to skin for a large group of people. I’ll braise them with onions, carrots, mushrooms, and peppers, and then add a bit of red wine to help soften the meat. It’s usually served with bread as well, which I bake daily.
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #TheScarletMirror #FatedByFire #CozyFantasy #Fantasy #SwordAndSorcery #Romance
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Melissa: Staying organized. Everyone would agree.
Steven: He wouldn't be able to think of one.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Melissa: Staying organized. Everyone would agree.
Steven: He wouldn't be able to think of one.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Melissa: Staying organized. Everyone would agree.
Steven: He wouldn't be able to think of one.
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#PennedPossibilities 1117: If I looked in your fridge or pantry?
CARRIE: I'm on the campus meal plan, so I don't need to worry about grocery shopping. I'm not sure what's in the communal fridge, and probably don't want to know. I do keep a box of granola bars around for emergencies.
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#PennedPossibilities 1117: If I looked in your fridge or pantry?
CARRIE: I'm on the campus meal plan, so I don't need to worry about grocery shopping. I'm not sure what's in the communal fridge, and probably don't want to know. I do keep a box of granola bars around for emergencies.
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#PennedPossibilities 1117: If I looked in your fridge or pantry?
CARRIE: I'm on the campus meal plan, so I don't need to worry about grocery shopping. I'm not sure what's in the communal fridge, and probably don't want to know. I do keep a box of granola bars around for emergencies.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Imogen would say her long suits are efficiency and self-effacement. Jemima would certainly agree; so too, probably, would Rex and Chaz. Maybe even Liam and Eddie too, though Liam at least would certainly view these as negative points rather than positive.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Imogen would say her long suits are efficiency and self-effacement. Jemima would certainly agree; so too, probably, would Rex and Chaz. Maybe even Liam and Eddie too, though Liam at least would certainly view these as negative points rather than positive.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Imogen would say her long suits are efficiency and self-effacement. Jemima would certainly agree; so too, probably, would Rex and Chaz. Maybe even Liam and Eddie too, though Liam at least would certainly view these as negative points rather than positive.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Imogen would say her long suits are efficiency and self-effacement. Jemima would certainly agree; so too, probably, would Rex and Chaz. Maybe even Liam and Eddie too, though Liam at least would certainly view these as negative points rather than positive.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Jormandr knows that his strengths are his physical power, his fire, and his charm and good looks. Tail agrees that Jormandr is physically strong. But charm and good looks? Maybe after a strong spell.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Jormandr knows that his strengths are his physical power, his fire, and his charm and good looks. Tail agrees that Jormandr is physically strong. But charm and good looks? Maybe after a strong spell.
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Real Harland’s main strength, he’d say, is his ability “to dream,” though others might call it “to dissociate.” Neither would be wrong.
Dream Harland might say marksmanship, he might say his ability to ride a horse, to escape.
There are some loping ballads that would attest to it. But mostly he’d say, and the ballads would agree, that he drinks like a level-headed man. -
#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Real Harland’s main strength, he’d say, is his ability “to dream,” though others might call it “to dissociate.” Neither would be wrong.
Dream Harland might say marksmanship, he might say his ability to ride a horse, to escape.
There are some loping ballads that would attest to it. But mostly he’d say, and the ballads would agree, that he drinks like a level-headed man. -
#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Real Harland’s main strength, he’d say, is his ability “to dream,” though others might call it “to dissociate.” Neither would be wrong.
Dream Harland might say marksmanship, he might say his ability to ride a horse, to escape.
There are some loping ballads that would attest to it. But mostly he’d say, and the ballads would agree, that he drinks like a level-headed man. -
#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Real Harland’s main strength, he’d say, is his ability “to dream,” though others might call it “to dissociate.” Neither would be wrong.
Dream Harland might say marksmanship, he might say his ability to ride a horse, to escape.
There are some loping ballads that would attest to it. But mostly he’d say, and the ballads would agree, that he drinks like a level-headed man. -
#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Cantor Mason
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. Leave me alone, Zee."
"Observation, perseverance, empathy, organizing a mess of facts. You know, investigating. Don't let one little setback define you, Can."
"You call six dead women 'one little setback'?"
"He played on your weaknesses, it wasn't your fault."
"They didn't pay me to have weaknesses."
"*SIGH*"
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Cantor Mason
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. Leave me alone, Zee."
"Observation, perseverance, empathy, organizing a mess of facts. You know, investigating. Don't let one little setback define you, Can."
"You call six dead women 'one little setback'?"
"He played on your weaknesses, it wasn't your fault."
"They didn't pay me to have weaknesses."
"*SIGH*"
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Cantor Mason
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. Leave me alone, Zee."
"Observation, perseverance, empathy, organizing a mess of facts. You know, investigating. Don't let one little setback define you, Can."
"You call six dead women 'one little setback'?"
"He played on your weaknesses, it wasn't your fault."
"They didn't pay me to have weaknesses."
"*SIGH*"
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Cantor Mason
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. Leave me alone, Zee."
"Observation, perseverance, empathy, organizing a mess of facts. You know, investigating. Don't let one little setback define you, Can."
"You call six dead women 'one little setback'?"
"He played on your weaknesses, it wasn't your fault."
"They didn't pay me to have weaknesses."
"*SIGH*"
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#PennedPossibilities 1121: What would your MC say their personal strengths are? Would other characters agree?
Cantor Mason
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. Leave me alone, Zee."
"Observation, perseverance, empathy, organizing a mess of facts. You know, investigating. Don't let one little setback define you, Can."
"You call six dead women 'one little setback'?"
"He played on your weaknesses, it wasn't your fault."
"They didn't pay me to have weaknesses."
"*SIGH*"