6th Lash

[poweroflegend]

Take care of him, Lord. He is one of your own, after all.

[There's about a quarter minute's worth of soft careful munching down by the beach. It's broken only once by whistling steel and a mirelurk carcass thudding to the sand. Other than his concern about what happened to Castiel, Trevor sounds pleased, if a little wistful.]

A taste of home, here on World's End. Perhaps there is a bit less to dislike about this place. 

[The wet splurch of Trevor taking his axe back is then followed by the clatter of plastic spheres being gathered up.]

Everyone: I will be bringing mamaliga to the Thorn. 'Tis a kind of bread from my world. Take as much of it as you want, for there is plenty to go around.


((OOC: Slightly backdated. Trevor happened upon those little solid bubbles and found a bunch of them contained a delicious peasant staple from back home. It also reminded him of his wife and kid but he's just quiet about that.))

Comments

[memento-blade.livejournal.com]

That's very kind of you.

[poweroflegend.livejournal.com]

Think nothing of it; sharing is warranted. And they would certainly lend more flavor to tonight's meals at least.