Gyda Ragnarsdottir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
like_quicksilver) wrote2015-03-26 06:22 pm
like_quicksilver) wrote2015-03-26 06:22 pm
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test drive/Milliways_bar
Gyda was still convinced that Milliways Hall was a home for gods. How else could that explain the observation window, or the doors that seemed to go everywhere, or the fire with the fish swimming in it.
She chose a table by the observation window, asking the bar for something for breakfast. Before her appeared a mug of hot chocolate and a bowl of what looked like yellow wheels in milk. A small taste proved it tasting like wheat almost: not bad really. She liked the crunchy taste with the milk.
"Lady Bar, what is this?" The bar provided a napkin with words that she tried to recall. 'Cer..eal..and..milk.." Oh, well, she knew what milk was of course, but atleast her reading was getting better.
She went to her cereal, taking another bite. The hot chocolate added a strange sweetness that made her glad the..cereal..had a plain taste.
She chose a table by the observation window, asking the bar for something for breakfast. Before her appeared a mug of hot chocolate and a bowl of what looked like yellow wheels in milk. A small taste proved it tasting like wheat almost: not bad really. She liked the crunchy taste with the milk.
"Lady Bar, what is this?" The bar provided a napkin with words that she tried to recall. 'Cer..eal..and..milk.." Oh, well, she knew what milk was of course, but atleast her reading was getting better.
She went to her cereal, taking another bite. The hot chocolate added a strange sweetness that made her glad the..cereal..had a plain taste.
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"A sort of soap", he echoes, "but made not to taste like soap. It can taste like fruit, or peppermint, or nothing at all."