We come from the North. Turn over your lipids or face the consequences!

I think it's the weather that's been plaguing me with craving, lately, that potent urge to eat meat wrapped up in dough and either fried or boiled. I'm feeling very northern European about all of this. Still no bathhouse, though, more's the pity.

And I have a glorious, gooey mass to eat as a result of it. Not as good as it could be -- the dough was a little too soggy, due to an accident with the milk carton, but oh so good. Perhaps I will stop being plagued with images of dumplings dancing in my head now.


jikharra, keshwyn, teinedreugan: I told the gang the story of the counterspelling sequence, and got this response:

oneironautsays "Limited Wish: 300 XP. The look on those wizards' faces: priceless."