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iltaru

...and

iltaru remembering the many hours she whiled away on this game when still but a child, and questing her merry way around that online world with the help of her noble guide and flatmate

shanaqui, fair

iltaru quoth: Fuck me, it’s the advent calendar!

And fair

shanaqui did reply: Um... no.

And much mirth and merriment were had, and the neighbour downstairs probably thinketh that we are not of sound mind.

He be not wrong.

Current Location: my room
Current Mood: cheerful

iltaru

Today, I went to war with a jar of gherkins. Despite wrestling with it for some ten minutes, asking

shanaqui to have a try and running it under warm water, it evades my clutches. 'No,' the gherkins cry. 'You shall not eat us with your cheese.'

Reminded of an as-yet-untold Tale in which I broke a perfectly innocent glass with a jar of marmalade while cross with Lancelot, I gave up and reached for some pickle instead.

I wanted gherkins, though. They may have won the skirmish, but the war is on my side. Next time Lancelot is here, I'll ask him to open them for me.

And if he can't do it, I'll fall over laughing and threaten to remove his knighthood (because what's the point of having a champion if he can't even open a jar of gherkins?).

Current Location: the sofa
Current Mood: busy