J,GoB, Tuesday Afternoon

[glacial_queen]

Robin Goodfellow was practically capering as she pointed to the different pastries she wanted. Dressed in her finest raiments, on her way to assist Oberon for an evening of merry-making and mischief, Puck was in fine form. The servitors behind the counter were giving her odd looks (oh what fools these mortals be!) but she heeded them not. Two large boxes of treats she had demanded and two large boxes of treats would they supply! The treats looked delicious enough without her special addition, but they certainly wouldn't add the excitement and love that she had planned without it!

Calling in a large purse of gold coins (surely a fairy glamour over dead leaves or some such), Puck proceeded to pay--assuming, of course, that 'pay' meant 'taunt the cashier with golden coins that darted through the air like humming birds.'

The poor staff here. Fortunately, they seemed used to Fandom oddness.

Karla is here for poor suitor number one, but J,GoB is open for all your pastry needs!

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[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf had arrived at the bakery in the hopes that somehow in the last week that they had started to make rokeg blood pie. Especially as Worf had been pestering them to do so.

However there was no blood pie.

"I find your lack of blood pie to be rather vexing," Worf growled at the girl at the counter. "I would be happy to provide a recipe."

Like that tactic was going to work.

[glacial_queen]

Puck had been too busy taunting the poor lad behind the counter to notice Worf's entrance, but who wouldn't look up at a growl like that? She glanced over...

...directly into the face of her beloved. "Wow..." she murmured, forgetting to speak in iambic for a moment. That moment didn't last long, however.

Letting the coins fall where they would, she drifted towards Worf, face alight. "Thy face, I fear, enraptures me. For sooth!
My heart--a bird, it flies to thee, in truth."

[Damn you LJ!]

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Your attempt at humor is lost on me," he replied dryly.

[Annnnnnd no notifications here either...]

[glacial_queen]

And what expressive eyebrows he head! And they just drew attention to the masculine cranial ridges that graced his brow! Puck could go into raptures about those alone.

"Tis right to not find fun in words I say
For ne'er did I know love before today.
For though the course of true love without a sigh,
How cruel t'would be for thee my love deny."

She looked up at him, lower lip trembling. Surely he would understand now.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf stood there for a moment with a confused/stern expression on his face.

"Have we met?" he asked carefully.

Maybe something had happened over the weekend and he was suffering from amnesia. Everyone else seem to have had at some point.

[glacial_queen]

How could he not remember their classes together? Sure, they'd never actually spoken, but he must have been aware of the tie that bound them together even then! The long, lingering looks! The sighs that had escaped their lips when they'd passed one another in the halls! Dammit, Worf, why must you toy with her emotions so?!

"Of course we've met! Thy face, thy figure stays
Within my heart and gives me joy for days!
Today, in fact, you brightened up my life
With tales of how I could become thy wife!"

Using Craft, Puck whisked everything off of the counter in front of him, sending napkins, a cash register, plates, probably even his pastry crashing to the ground. Jumping up to perch on the newly-bare counter, she stretched out her leg, placing it directly in front of him.

"Tis not my place to take the manly part," she assured him.
"Nay, just to show my love what's in my heart.
A leg, my own, with joy I give to thee
Tis yours, of course, like all the rest of me.
A sacrifice I give with no remorse
Should you decide to make it thy first course.
For if its sustenence you e're should need.
Its loss would cause no pain nor would I bleed."

Later, when she was back to herself, Karla would remember this conversation, think of Briarwood, and try not to scream.

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Wife? Worf's eyes widened slightly as he let out a grunt of confusion.

"I assure you that I do not need a leg," he replied. "You also seem to be speaking strangely and... acting strange as well. Have you been bitten recently?"

[glacial_queen]

Well, in fact, she had, which would explain the damnable iambic pentameter couplets, but even had she been spared that one trial, she'd still be there, declaring her eternal love for him.

"I have no thought of injury, my dear
Nor pain nor hurt nor fright, not when you're near," Puck stated, beaming up at him.
Her leg remain stretched out before him. "Now let's advance our courting rites, oh bliss!
Now fling I chairs? Or skip that step and kiss?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

This didn't happen often... (Well more often in Fandom than in Worf's world) but Worf was rather flummoxed by the whole situation. He hesitated a few moments before deciding on a course of action.

"Put your leg down," Worf said firmly. "Clearly you are not in your right mind. One does not begin a ritual like this lightly. And rarely in rhyme."

Worf did not recognize the iambic pentameter couplets of course. That would only happen only after several months of serving under Captain Picard.

[glacial_queen]

"Of course I'm not within a safe, right mind," Puck said indignantly.
"True love resides within the heart, I find.
It makes him laugh, her cry, for some, they burn
One can't expect a lover wise and stern!
Though Puck shall any person dare to fight
Who dares proclaim--the fool--her love is light!"

She did put her leg down. Though only to launch herself at him. If words weren't working, perhaps a kiss would show the depths of her sincerity. Or a bite on the cheek.