RE: The Foxglove Valley [Isabelle x CitizenAnon]
In Anne's defence, no one should have been making such a huge ruckus over some one simply for being new. If they were polite enough, they should have gone up and introduced themselves, or found Jason in a more isolated place to make their enquiry. Secondly, Anne had walked into an almost dead-silent room with her love interest discussing another girl---oh the pain her heart felt. She knew that Ellie was pretty, she knew that Ellie was sweet, but she didn't know of their past relationship. Hopefully it wouldn't come between her own with Jason... Anne looked to him softly as he spoke. He always had such kind words.
Her leg brushed up against his fully before her leg came up and over his thigh. It rest there, so he could caress it like he had that morning. There wasn't anything wrong with a bit of stroking, right? It was such an innocent gesture. Anne picked up her burger, giving him a sly grin, "Oh, its hard to be disappointed with me." She winked again before taking a bite. Not a shark bite, but not a mouse bite. A rather harty one, with still a bit of elegance. She chewed with her mouth closed, adoring the flavour. It was a surprise she wasn't as big as the whole bloody in! Swallowing, Anne gave him a nod, "Yeah, well, I denno. I like a lot of festivals, and its fun when I do win, but I much prefer the horse races. You can really double your money there!" She chuckled lightly before nudging him, "And what about you? Who do you want to win, Harvest King~"
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The house filled with the smell of baked goods as Ellie made a fresh honey cake. Why? Well, as extensive has his fridge and pantry was, Jack had little in the ways of baking. No cookie sheets, no muffin tins, no pie plates, and definitely no cake pans. Ellie had found a round-shaped cassarole dish to use. So she buttered up the sides, dusted it with flower, then poured in the batter before setting it on the middle rack of his oven. Now she pulled it out, set it to cook ontop of the stove, all in preparation for the bird. Yes, Ellie found a whole chicken in that fridge. Pulling it out, giving it a quick wash before patting it dry, she set to work. Pulling out a larger, more rectangular cassarole dish, Ellie set the bird in it on a bed of chopped onions, carrots, and turnips, with whole cloves of garlic; a few sprigs of rosemary and thyme tucked in here and there. She rubbed it up and under its skin with a generous amount of butter before season it with salt and pepper. The inside was stuffed with a mixture of a stale loaf of bread, diced onion, chopped mushrooms, more thyme and rosemary, and a bit of salt and pepper to taste. It was all set inside of the oven after moving the middle rack, and this new scent soon consumed the house. Ellie's mouth watered, as she hadn't eaten since breakfast, but still she persisted! She would wait for Jason. Ellie washed her hands, cleared her work space, and started again. This time she transferred the hot cake to a make shift cooking rack constructed out of cutlery. Setting it aside, she began chopping up the potatoes she had previously washed. Plopping them into a pot of boiling water, gave them a quick stir before placing another pot with a series of holes at the bottom on top. Covering with a lid, she prepped her other things.
Soon enough, the bird was done. The potatoes were mashed and buttered, and the peas were lightly seasoned with the tiniest touch of salt and herb. The salad stood on the table, impatiently waiting for its dressing! The cake, now cooled, sat on the table by a vase of wild flowers she picked during the time it took for the chicken to cook. On the cake, written in chocolate were the words, "Thank-you Jason!" Along with it was a heart filled with intricate design work. It was dark out now. Ellie looked out side, then down to her well layed out table. She even used her family's china and silverware! With a long, drawn out sigh, she slid down into her seat. What was left to do? She already took care of the chores around the farm, cleaned up the dishes, and prepared a huge dinner. She looked to the hot meal, her tummy grumbling loudly. Oh! How hungry she was! The smell of the gravy was starting to get to her. Shutting her eyes tightly, Ellie pushed herself up and went straight for the bathroom. Stripping out of her dirty cloths, she hopped into the shower. Oo, how she scrubbed. Anything to take her mind off of the food. She prayed that Jason would come back home soon...