Couple spoonfuls of sugar, some powdered cloves. Hefty splash of vanilla. Mostly-filled mug with milk. Heated up in microwave. Topped up with spiced rum.

Shared it with Hwt-Hrw. Cows and booze. Can't go wrong.


Section 127: 216 words, and a conversation best written sober.


Oooh! Rock bagpipes! (I wish the album this is offa wasn' out of print or otherwise unfindable. Rar.)

. . . What kind of bird am I?
. . . How can I learn to fly?

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That reminds me...[livejournal.com profile] meranthi's pregnancy meant that she offered your apple-mead to visitors rather than partaking herself. Now that she's given birth, she's allowed to have a small drink now and then. So she would definitely be interested in more apple-mead when you do another batch.
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