Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-11457306-20141119002313

Megan rose and opened the door, then almost dropped her cheese. "Darach!  You brought food?  Oh thank you!  Come in!  Set it on the table."

She stepped aside for him to come in, then shut the door behind her. "I'll get some mugs--that looks like enough to feed us all!" There were no bowls, but there were mugs and there was a ladle in the pot. She set out mugs, brought out bread and more cheese and began to ladle the stew into the mugs. While she was busy, Riona gave her cousin a thumbs up.

Megan rummaged in her pack, which she had not unloaded yet, because it contained very little, for two spoons and a fork. "I'll make do with the fork," she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and offering her seat to Darach. "No, I insist," she said when Darach refused, "This is close enough." She leaned over and grabbed a piece of bread to dunk into the mug.

"Thank you so much.  I was starving."