In today's episode, there's a demonstration of why morning afters are rather unpleasant. Westersloe Winterbough ought to speak to Reggie Buckhorn on that matter. Meanwhile, you'll note that Prince Roland, Marshal of Faerie, rarely passes up a chance to get a meal.
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Heh, at least Westersloe's mind was sharp enough to keep his responses to Price Roland from tripping the conversational landmines that were laid in his path... for that matter, there was quite a lot of rather frank speaking done after permission was denied!
Mmmm.. Reggie would definitely inform Westersloe that 'morning afters' are the price one pays for the entertainment of the prior evening, regardless of the reasons for the high level of imbibing... and Reggie has had 'morning afters' that make Westersloe's look positively minor by comparison.
For example...
I awoke with the following:
(a.) Evening clothes, source unknown;
(b.) Box of salted acorns, source unknown, save they were F.R. Buckhorn & Sons brand;
(c.) A jar of pickled watermelon-rind near the hoof, source unknown;
(d.) One (1) potato impaled on right antler, source unknown; and
(e.) A massive, crushing hangover, source vaguely known and strongly suspected.
I really could have done without the swinging and swaying motion, source all too known, to wit, a rather smallish dinghy. This was safely being secured and stowed by an old salt of a canine, who shook his head, and murmured sympathetically after taking the pipe out of his phiz:
"You look like Hell."
Truer words never spoken.
Excerpt from The 1,001 Mornings of Reggie Buckhorn
Mmmm.. Reggie would definitely inform Westersloe that 'morning afters' are the price one pays for the entertainment of the prior evening, regardless of the reasons for the high level of imbibing... and Reggie has had 'morning afters' that make Westersloe's look positively minor by comparison.
For example...
I awoke with the following:
(a.) Evening clothes, source unknown;
(b.) Box of salted acorns, source unknown, save they were F.R. Buckhorn & Sons brand;
(c.) A jar of pickled watermelon-rind near the hoof, source unknown;
(d.) One (1) potato impaled on right antler, source unknown; and
(e.) A massive, crushing hangover, source vaguely known and strongly suspected.
I really could have done without the swinging and swaying motion, source all too known, to wit, a rather smallish dinghy. This was safely being secured and stowed by an old salt of a canine, who shook his head, and murmured sympathetically after taking the pipe out of his phiz:
"You look like Hell."
Truer words never spoken.
Excerpt from The 1,001 Mornings of Reggie Buckhorn
I am surprisingly loath to say it, but WW5, upon discovering the situation, most certainly in her presence did fight to defend Dame Eudora's person, honor, home, and probably her life. That's an Elf-Champion thing to do.
Teachers of deportment will know exactly what is traditional and elf-proper to do in the presence of Her Champion.
That is not to dismiss what Meadow was doing, and Dame Eudora was doing to defend themselves. I suspect that if all 3 hadn't been there, At least 2 out of the 3 could have died.
And a place in Elf memory for the ambushed & deceased Constable on the neighborhood beat, and to the distant constables for their speedy arrival.
Teachers of deportment will know exactly what is traditional and elf-proper to do in the presence of Her Champion.
That is not to dismiss what Meadow was doing, and Dame Eudora was doing to defend themselves. I suspect that if all 3 hadn't been there, At least 2 out of the 3 could have died.
And a place in Elf memory for the ambushed & deceased Constable on the neighborhood beat, and to the distant constables for their speedy arrival.
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