"Ah, raw cookie dough! My own mum used to chase me out of the kitchen when I was a lad, for fear she'd only get two cookies baked. I love this stuff!"
I nibble happily on the cookie dough, and watch Uruviel putter about with more preparations. The kettle starts to softly whistle.
It's very difficult right now to remember that I'm actually in space at a strange resort, and not in Islington back on Earth. I'm more content this moment than I've been since leaving my planet, and the one I have to thank for that is an elf from another dimension. Seems fitting somehow.
"Thank you."
I don't bother explaining why I'm thanking her, but I do get up my nerve to give her a kiss on the cheek and a sincere smile.
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Date: 2004-01-17 11:33 am (UTC)I nibble happily on the cookie dough, and watch Uruviel putter about with more preparations. The kettle starts to softly whistle.
It's very difficult right now to remember that I'm actually in space at a strange resort, and not in Islington back on Earth. I'm more content this moment than I've been since leaving my planet, and the one I have to thank for that is an elf from another dimension. Seems fitting somehow.
"Thank you."
I don't bother explaining why I'm thanking her, but I do get up my nerve to give her a kiss on the cheek and a sincere smile.