The tale of Rebecca and...tiffin?
Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2018 1:58 am
And lo it came to pass that the hour struck eleven in the morn. Which for Rebecca meant only one thing. Tea. With biscuits.
It was a habit she had quite grown fond of - even when out riding, and on this day this was the case when the hour struck.
Of course, now a woman of means, she didn't have to make it herself any more. That's what followers are there for....
"Megs, poppet. Tiffin time, what?" she asks of her girl Friday. "Ah. Indeed m'lady but..." Megan shuffled awkwardly in her saddle as she replied "..no maid. No squire. Afraid m'lady's fondness for the riding crop has rendered them all quite black and blue ma'am. Not fit to ride....and besides they are still chained up in your dungeon ma'am"
A thunderous looking Rebecca turns in her own saddle. "Gods alive woman. Are you seriously trying to tell me that..I cannot free the sorest for the teas?!"
*gets her coat....*
It was a habit she had quite grown fond of - even when out riding, and on this day this was the case when the hour struck.
Of course, now a woman of means, she didn't have to make it herself any more. That's what followers are there for....
"Megs, poppet. Tiffin time, what?" she asks of her girl Friday. "Ah. Indeed m'lady but..." Megan shuffled awkwardly in her saddle as she replied "..no maid. No squire. Afraid m'lady's fondness for the riding crop has rendered them all quite black and blue ma'am. Not fit to ride....and besides they are still chained up in your dungeon ma'am"
A thunderous looking Rebecca turns in her own saddle. "Gods alive woman. Are you seriously trying to tell me that..I cannot free the sorest for the teas?!"
*gets her coat....*