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Post by unknownsoldier on Dec 7, 2013 21:40:01 GMT -5
Leon winced from the wooden spoon smacking his free paw on the table. Zeph smiled at it, "Yeah leon, learn some manners." he taunted at the glaring otter. Lance sighed, knowing he to step in eventually, "Enough. From the time you've spent with me, I'm sure I remember teaching you two table manners know have I?" Lance said, giving a stern look to the two.
Zeph looked down, feeling guilty about his statement and reaction, "Sorry sir." Leon just sighed and looked over at what was being served, which he admits to himself quietly, was quite impressive.
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Post by delerix on Dec 12, 2013 21:16:50 GMT -5
Flourwing quickly bustles about serving the Hotroot soup, sandwhiches, and scones. Chattering non-stop in that odd sparra dialect.
"Umm foodee is nothign umm special, short noticee, umm only had a little to work with, and real tiredee from all um work to do um tongiht preparing for tomorrow, um just glad ollie here to um getee cheese out, maybe he is um big silly brushtail, but he umm very good friend, and um greatee help."
The sparra baker is talking so fast it could almost seem to be one big long word if not listening carefully.
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Post by Shadow Flame on Dec 17, 2013 13:10:47 GMT -5
"Slow up Flourwing, yore gonna give yoreself a panic attack!" he said with a wholehearted chuckle. He walked over and started to dip each mug into the broken top of the barrel.
The big squirrel then sat the filled mugs next to each plate and bowl of the guests. He knew this would be a good meal for the group as it was a favorite of his.
Oliver walked over to his seat and sat down with a sigh of relief. The work was easy for him, he just wanted to eat a meal. His hunger was always apparent, though. "C'mon Flourwing, sit down with us an' eat!"
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