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Rose · 11-28-2005, 02:45 PM

The steam from her bowl of stew set Rose’s stomach to grumbling again. Trying to be polite as she could, she managed to get several bites down to quell the noise – quick, barely chewed bites which had hardly grazed her tongue as she swallowed them. In fact, she had hardly taken a breath in the space of these bites. But now, with the edge taken off her hunger, she took a smaller bite of stew and let her mouth enjoy the flavors.

‘I think you’re right, Miz Greengage, she does use a bit of fennel. My mum does that, too. Though mum’s recipe calls for a bit of fresh dill, and I can’t taste any of that in this stew.’ Rose reached for her mug and took a swallow of cool cider. ‘You had asked if I was one of the Woolcombs from up north. Well if by north, you mean Bindbalewood, then the answer is yes. And yes again to the sheep. In fact, that’s the reason I’ve come down to Bywater . . .’ She paused midsentence as a Hobbit at a table a ways away from her seemed to be glancing in an interested manner toward her and her companions.

She leaned forward, and whispered softly to Lilly. ‘That fellow over there,’ she nodded slightly in the direction of Fordogrim. ‘The one talking to the Big Folk child. He seems to be looking at us. Do you know him?’

11-28-2005, 02:45 PM	#3
Rose Haunting Spirit Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: Playing to the tide with Uncle John Posts: 49	The steam from her bowl of stew set Rose’s stomach to grumbling again. Trying to be polite as she could, she managed to get several bites down to quell the noise – quick, barely chewed bites which had hardly grazed her tongue as she swallowed them. In fact, she had hardly taken a breath in the space of these bites. But now, with the edge taken off her hunger, she took a smaller bite of stew and let her mouth enjoy the flavors. ‘I think you’re right, Miz Greengage, she does use a bit of fennel. My mum does that, too. Though mum’s recipe calls for a bit of fresh dill, and I can’t taste any of that in this stew.’ Rose reached for her mug and took a swallow of cool cider. ‘You had asked if I was one of the Woolcombs from up north. Well if by north, you mean Bindbalewood, then the answer is yes. And yes again to the sheep. In fact, that’s the reason I’ve come down to Bywater . . .’ She paused midsentence as a Hobbit at a table a ways away from her seemed to be glancing in an interested manner toward her and her companions. She leaned forward, and whispered softly to Lilly. ‘That fellow over there,’ she nodded slightly in the direction of Fordogrim. ‘The one talking to the Big Folk child. He seems to be looking at us. Do you know him?’ __________________ (`'•.¸¤¸.•'´) »~:¤.•º`•.Rose.•´º•.¤:~« (¸.•'´¤`'•.¸)