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Post by Merestil Haye on Apr 15, 2004 20:16:12 GMT -5
* The waiter bowed and left. Not long afterwards the main course came along.
Julia can see several differences to the other Cenrre she is familiar with. The restaurant ceiling here is higher, for example.*
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Apr 15, 2004 20:29:47 GMT -5
*she thanks the waiter as he brings the main course along, and starts eating. The food's superb, as usual. She notes the differences between this Centre and the other one, and then shrugs, happily eating the rest of her meal.*
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Post by Merestil Haye on Apr 15, 2004 20:44:37 GMT -5
The plates were cleaned off, and the dessert came. With it came a familiar, very short, figure wearing his usual smile over his chef't attire. *
Cor! Hello Miss Julia. Great to see you. Glad you got away from the big bad nasty.
And you, your Lordship.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Apr 15, 2004 20:50:25 GMT -5
*she grins and hugs the Halfling.*
Good to see you too, Jorlan. The meal was excellent, as usual.
*she smiles happily at the pavlova.*
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Post by Merestil Haye on Apr 15, 2004 20:55:20 GMT -5
* Jorlan huugs her back - or at least stretches his arms wide. *
Hey - it gives me the excuse for a celebration. Fun can be had by all. Eat up! Dont let it go to waste.
*He disappears off in the direction of the kitchen.
One of he waiters cuts the pavlova and serves it. *
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Apr 15, 2004 20:58:14 GMT -5
We won't, Jorlan.
*she begins eating her pavlova, smiling contentedly.*
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on Apr 15, 2004 21:01:46 GMT -5
(He tucked into his portion of the pavlova.)
"Amazing. Works really well."
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Apr 15, 2004 21:07:07 GMT -5
*she smiles.* It does, doesn't it? Got chocolate. I'm good, I'm happy   |
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on Apr 15, 2004 21:09:03 GMT -5
(He finished his portion.)
"I could - get used to that. I'd better not though."
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Apr 15, 2004 21:11:46 GMT -5
Look around you. You're in a gymnasium. You'd work it off in no time *she finishes her portion, sighing happily.* |
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on Apr 15, 2004 21:16:38 GMT -5
(He grinned and nodded, waving over a waiter and asking how much was due.)
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Apr 15, 2004 21:21:55 GMT -5
*she leans back in her seat, smiling and thinking.*
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Post by Merestil Haye on Apr 15, 2004 21:22:48 GMT -5
* The waiter brings a slip of paper and presents it to Mellinore who looks a trifle surprised, but signs it. *
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Apr 15, 2004 21:24:51 GMT -5
Why the confusion? I though you worked here as well?
Speaking of work, I wonder how the medical staff here is.
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Post by Mellinore Brightshield on Apr 15, 2004 21:30:53 GMT -5
"I do. It is just that I appear to have received enough pay to afford about a hundred of these...
No matter.
Why not ask Harthen to have them assembled and find out?"
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