The Asylum

[The Ace]

Hi Hoopy.

[Asmiley]

i don't feel so good maybe a nice tea would help calm my tummy.

any suggestions?

[Menion]

Cylorn tea?
or is that not what you wanted suggesting?

[HoopyFrood]

Chamomile, with a bit of honey, is amazing for such ailments.

[The Ace]

Freda shoots Hoopy a filthy look.

"She's entitled to an opinion, Freda."

[Clansman]

*Clansman stirs to action, having been still for over 22 hours*

Quintus! of course. Forge the tacos. I made real ones, so the craving is satisfied.

Tonight, how 'bout some Brownsville Texas Mexicano, with a Gennesee Pounder? Don't spare the hot sauce! Grimward might be coming, and he likes his fire.

[Asmiley]

*sips the tea* mm is this supposed to make me sleepy?
... zzzzzzzzzz

*falls asleep in a big comfy chair*

[The Ace]

Freda creeps in and puts a blanket over Asmiley.

[chrispenycate]

Slumps into a chair, ignoring ASmiley snores.

Well, I suppose she's totally married. Now a short pause before December, when her sister goes through the same rigmarole.

[The Ace]

The Ace wanders in, "Two teas please, Septimus. Thanks. Here, Chris, you look like you could use this."

Passes tea.

[Grimward]

*Floats in briefly before alternate day gym torture session, and affects the cultured (if somewhat fiery) dandy...*

I say, Sep, a raspberry iced tea would go down nicely. The throat is simply parched, my good, er, dispensary....

[The Ace]

Freda scuttles in, takes an open tin from the fridge and feeds Tangle.

[Wybren]

* Wanders in, and plonks on a couch*

Evening Ace

* Offers Freda a tin of fly pringles*

[The Ace]

Freda bows to Wybe before vanishing with the pringles.

"Hi Wybe. At least she thanked you. I'm getting a bit worried about her obsession with them, though."

[Wybren]

It could be worse Ace, she could be addicted to something like deep flied pringle encrusted marsbars or some other heart stopper.