Faelyn watches the men jostle each other around the table, wondering if Athos or anyone is about ready to go to the store at Sebastien's prompting. The mood is light and definitely jovial.
"My heart is full of sadness, aching with the pangs of a thousand needles stabbing into my fullsome breasts," the Comte de Rochefort begins, "The rage bites me, snarling at my loins and driving me onward, onward to that dark mist of ... " he stops abruptly and gives quite a cheeky grin.
"Sebastien, I think you are very giddy right now, " Faelyn says quietly, trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing hysterically and failing miserably.
Suddenly, Rochefort got a look on his face as if he suddenly remembered something vital that he had forgotten, " Hey! do we have any hummus? Faelyn! Where is that cheese we lit on fire last time?!" Sebastien turned to Athos who was going for his coat, nearly ready to go out the door, "Ooh< Athos! You have to check it out! It is so cool! Porthos, watch your eyebrows."
Faelyn was filled with trepidation as Sebastien ran into the kitchen and got a large slab of feta cheese on a desert plate. Thank goodness, she thought, it was not one of her lovely new plates from Pier 1. He was busying himself looking frantically around for something, "What did we use to light it last time? Petrol? No wait...brandy, yes, that's it! Yeah...Fire... fireee check it out ..HEY! Where's my flint!?"
Sheepishly, Faelyn reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the precious prize, "Gods, I know I am going to regret this....."
Not losing a single beat, Rochefort knocked the flint against steel. With a *Whoooooosh! * rather than lighting the brandy on the feta cheese to make saganaki. he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye, "Hey, Faelyn! Now that's a fire!!" He was about to beam proudly at he had done when he noticed that his hat was smoldering. He batted at his hat, sparks flying off the top of it.
"Looks like the haberdashery in Paris will be getting repeat business soon," Faelyn quipped, "Sebastien, wasn't the idea to light the cheese?"
"Getting there.. I'm gettting there! he said, pulling flaming feather out of his hat and touching it to the cheese., " See?"
"And of course, you do have a lemon handy in order to put OUT the fire, dont you?" Faelyn asked.
"Uhhh.. lemon?" Rochefort looked genuinely surprised,"Can't we just blow on it or something?"
"Sure," Faelyn said grinning,"if you want to singe your eyebrows again!" She was about to go to the kitchen to fetch a lemon when she realized that the lower part of Rochefort's face was now smoldering, "Now look what youve done! You've lit your goatee on fire!"
"Argh!! Rochefort was slappig at his face, "Not the goatee! NOT the goatee!!!"
Faelyn takes a damp bar towel and puts out Rochefort's face fighting desperately not to burst out laughing along with the other Musketeers and guests who have all been unable to contain their cannibis-enhanced amusement. "Your Grace is less than graceful when he's had a bit of the herb, aye?" she said shaking her head with a slight smirk, fighting hard not to lose all semblence of control and laugh out loud, but failing miserably.
"Yeeesh," came a muffled voice from beneath the wet towel, "Hoping thish wears off soon..." Suddenly the voice beneath the towel turned to something that was akin to a plaintive wail, " Faelyn? I think I burned off my goatee! What will I do without my goatee?"
Faelyn found herself at last laughing softly, "I donnae know. You certainly won't be nearly as intimidating to be sure...that is until you can grow a new one. That is IF you can!"
That gets a towel pulled off the face and up on top of his head, over the hat, " What do you mean, if I can? Of course I can WOMAN! I'm a .. I ahh.. *towel - whap - is around face again* "I have to grow my goatee back!!"
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RP because it was funny the way it fell out! ;)
Date: 2006-11-02 01:50 am (UTC)"My heart is full of sadness, aching with the pangs of a thousand needles stabbing into my fullsome breasts," the Comte de Rochefort begins, "The rage bites me, snarling at my loins and driving me onward, onward to that dark mist of ... " he stops abruptly and gives quite a cheeky grin.
"Sebastien, I think you are very giddy right now, " Faelyn says quietly, trying to keep herself from bursting out laughing hysterically and failing miserably.
Suddenly, Rochefort got a look on his face as if he suddenly remembered something vital that he had forgotten, " Hey! do we have any hummus? Faelyn! Where is that cheese we lit on fire last time?!" Sebastien turned to Athos who was going for his coat, nearly ready to go out the door, "Ooh< Athos! You have to check it out! It is so cool! Porthos, watch your eyebrows."
Faelyn was filled with trepidation as Sebastien ran into the kitchen and got a large slab of feta cheese on a desert plate. Thank goodness, she thought, it was not one of her lovely new plates from Pier 1. He was busying himself looking frantically around for something, "What did we use to light it last time? Petrol? No wait...brandy, yes, that's it! Yeah...Fire... fireee check it out ..HEY! Where's my flint!?"
Sheepishly, Faelyn reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the precious prize, "Gods, I know I am going to regret this....."
Not losing a single beat, Rochefort knocked the flint against steel. With a *Whoooooosh! * rather than lighting the brandy on the feta cheese to make saganaki. he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye, "Hey, Faelyn! Now that's a fire!!" He was about to beam proudly at he had done when he noticed that his hat was smoldering. He batted at his hat, sparks flying off the top of it.
"Looks like the haberdashery in Paris will be getting repeat business soon," Faelyn quipped, "Sebastien, wasn't the idea to light the cheese?"
"Getting there.. I'm gettting there! he said, pulling flaming feather out of his hat and touching it to the cheese., " See?"
"And of course, you do have a lemon handy in order to put OUT the fire, dont you?" Faelyn asked.
"Uhhh.. lemon?" Rochefort looked genuinely surprised,"Can't we just blow on it or something?"
"Sure," Faelyn said grinning,"if you want to singe your eyebrows again!" She was about to go to the kitchen to fetch a lemon when she realized that the lower part of Rochefort's face was now smoldering, "Now look what youve done! You've lit your goatee on fire!"
"Argh!! Rochefort was slappig at his face, "Not the goatee! NOT the goatee!!!"
Faelyn takes a damp bar towel and puts out Rochefort's face fighting desperately not to burst out laughing along with the other Musketeers and guests who have all been unable to contain their cannibis-enhanced amusement. "Your Grace is less than graceful when he's had a bit of the herb, aye?" she said shaking her head with a slight smirk, fighting hard not to lose all semblence of control and laugh out loud, but failing miserably.
"Yeeesh," came a muffled voice from beneath the wet towel, "Hoping thish wears off soon..." Suddenly the voice beneath the towel turned to something that was akin to a plaintive wail, " Faelyn? I think I burned off my goatee! What will I do without my goatee?"
Faelyn found herself at last laughing softly, "I donnae know. You certainly won't be nearly as intimidating to be sure...that is until you can grow a new one. That is IF you can!"
That gets a towel pulled off the face and up on top of his head, over the hat, " What do you mean, if I can? Of course I can WOMAN! I'm a .. I ahh.. *towel - whap - is around face again* "I have to grow my goatee back!!"