The aroma of confection, I confess, is a heady one, and the sight of two tiers of the most delicate cakes—petit fours, as I would call them—blurred as my eyes watered.
“Every member of the audience smaller than Toby fled in terror and every member of the audience who thought itself Toby’s equal, or better, or who though there might be sausages involved, scampered after him. (It's the sausages in particular ^___^)
From behind me a voice rang out.
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
The box of cakes disappeared.
“Well, I think it’s time for tea,” I said.
And I love Watson's slip ^__^
Also, I still desperately want to see 'The Importance of Being Ferret' ^__^
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Date: 2017-07-11 11:21 pm (UTC)The aroma of confection, I confess, is a heady one, and the sight of two tiers of the most delicate cakes—petit fours, as I would call them—blurred as my eyes watered.
“Every member of the audience smaller than Toby fled in terror and every member of the audience who thought itself Toby’s equal, or better, or who though there might be sausages involved, scampered after him. (It's the sausages in particular ^___^)
From behind me a voice rang out.
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
The box of cakes disappeared.
“Well, I think it’s time for tea,” I said.
And I love Watson's slip ^__^
Also, I still desperately want to see 'The Importance of Being Ferret' ^__^