The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River sat behind the desk in silence, her eyes following anyone who walked past. In front of her on the desk sat a collection of apple sculptures depicting various tormented and possibly dying heads. The next piece of apple art was still in her hands. The fruit bowl was now empty of apples.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Special
Apple Soup with Tabasco.

The Arms Hotel is open.

Comments

Re: Talk to River

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River disappeared and returned with a bowl of apple soup. In case it was needed she had also brought a bottle of tabasco. She placed this on a table and smiled at Michael.

[Sorry for SP! Busy Day!]

Re: Talk to River

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael tilted his head at it.

"Is there already tabasco in there or do I add my own?"

Or, you know, both.

Re: Talk to River

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Already in it, but the amount is a matter of taste," River explained. Somehow she had suspected that Michael would prefer to add more.

Re: Talk to River

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Okay then." He grinned and picked up the spoon, tasting carefully before he added a liberal amount of sauce.

Re: Talk to River

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Good?" River would know if he lied, of course.

Re: Talk to River

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

"Very good", he said honestly, reaching for the bottle.

He had weird tastes.

Re: Talk to River

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River approved of weird tastes and looked pleased. She nodded proudly.

Re: Talk to River

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

He grinned up at her, then turned his attention back to the food. Which was the best kind of thanks for a cook, really.

Re: Talk to River

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

It certainly was, and River appreciated it.

[bedtime!]