Lockdown Instadrabbling by Lindariel

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Chapter 8

Falls in my The Fairest Vessels That Ever Sails timeline.  Prompts:  sausage, sweets, fish, cooking.


Old Maitanor paused, his hands up to the elbows in raw sausage meat. "Ah, good. Would you just drop another handful of the sage into this for me?"

He watched Alatáriel carefully as she reached for one of the seven herb pots on the worktable, then nodded as she added the sage to the bowl. "You do know something about cooking!"

"Not much, but I know a lot about plants," she laughed.

"Now, what brings you here?" he asked. "Looking for sweets?"

"No," she replied. "But may Teleporno and I have another pot of those little fish packed in oil?"


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