Amy (
kitchen_maid) wrote2012-08-11 09:18 pm
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Continental Breakfast Included
The King and Queen have a great many parlors at their disposal, ranging from the very grand to somewhat very grand.
And then there is this one, which is generally reserved for the use of the family and their closest personal friends. It is a comfortable, sunlit sort of room, where one may find the children's toys and the Amy's embroidery and Perry's carving projects.
It is also where Amy has instructed her staff to lay out a breakfast for her friends this morning. They were all shown back to their rooms for what was left of the night before after their adventures, to at least attempt to get some rest.
Amy herself is a bit busy at the moment catching up on Official Matters: giving reports to the Deputy Captain of the Palace Guard and the Court Historian, seeing to the palace's new ghost (she's settled him in the Northwest tower, which is, she assures him, a perfectly lovely place to haunt), and reassuring her husband that yes, darling, she really is perfectly all right. She'll be along when she can.
In the meantime, everyone is free to make their way into the parlor in their own time. When they arrive, they will likely find company, and definitely find a table laid with everything the kitchens could find to send up: bread and jam and marmalade, cakes and pastries, eggs and bacon and sausages, a giant bowl of fruit, tea and juice and milk.
And then there is this one, which is generally reserved for the use of the family and their closest personal friends. It is a comfortable, sunlit sort of room, where one may find the children's toys and the Amy's embroidery and Perry's carving projects.
It is also where Amy has instructed her staff to lay out a breakfast for her friends this morning. They were all shown back to their rooms for what was left of the night before after their adventures, to at least attempt to get some rest.
Amy herself is a bit busy at the moment catching up on Official Matters: giving reports to the Deputy Captain of the Palace Guard and the Court Historian, seeing to the palace's new ghost (she's settled him in the Northwest tower, which is, she assures him, a perfectly lovely place to haunt), and reassuring her husband that yes, darling, she really is perfectly all right. She'll be along when she can.
In the meantime, everyone is free to make their way into the parlor in their own time. When they arrive, they will likely find company, and definitely find a table laid with everything the kitchens could find to send up: bread and jam and marmalade, cakes and pastries, eggs and bacon and sausages, a giant bowl of fruit, tea and juice and milk.
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He scoops some up, and offers a smile.
'Morning, Meg. How're you feeling today?'
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"Aside from that, and a little tired, I'm good.
"How're you?"
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It's not a lot of things.
'-an everyday occurrence where I come from either.'
He grins a little bit, and pours some OJ.
'Fun, though. And I'm fine, thanks.'
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"Well, all two times.
"Come to think of it, I wound up doing paperwork that time, too."
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'You must gravitate to it somehow. Or maybe there's secret magic here that sends it at you when you arrive.'
Hey, after what they just went through it wouldn't surprise him.
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"I guess I just have to hope I'm not important enough for something like that.
"But at least I never leave Ambergeldar with nothing to say about the trip."
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He looks around with undisguised enjoyment. He really likes this place. It has elements of madness that he can relate to, without the darkness and dread he feels in Gotham.
'And I don't think importance is linked to how cursed you are.'
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"I can be obscure and cursed with paperwork.
"I don't know who or what was running that place down there, but they were incredibly fond of forms. Which is odd. You don't ever think about . . . Cinderella's having to get a carriage license or the seven dwarves' paying taxes on their mining income, do you?"