[MINGLE] Harvest Feast 🍂

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Inn
WHEN: 10 November, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE POST
NOTE: Details can be found here.

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In the wee hours of November 10th, before even the earliest risers have roused themselves for another day, items begin to appear in the front room of the Inn. Decorations first — Boughs of autumn leaves in their reds and golds, wreaths of dried flowers and silken ribbon, flickering candles among the goards and berries and acorns. The food arrives next, the decadent aroma slipping up the Inn stairs to tempt those lingering in bed — Every imaginable harvest time delicacy, from roast turkey and ham to smoked salmon and oysters; fresh, soft bread warm from the oven to plum pudding and ice cream. And did we mention pie?

Once again, it's time for a feast. The bar is stocked, the coffee is brewed and the tables are groaning with food. Indulge, there's more than enough for everyone — That is, if you don't lose your appetite worrying about what it will all cost.

Comments

[thenewways]

Nodding slowly, Nerys sips a little of her wine--she's never been a connoisseur, but she finds herself softly slurping it, letting the taste and texture of it play across her tongue, letting the faint alcohol burn enliven her mouth. It's something different, after all. Maybe she'll try a second batch in the still one of these days, just to liven things up, especially now that it's getting cold.

"I find myself..." she shakes her head a little, embarrassed. "Sometimes I find myself trying not to think about it. Like, trying not to think of a cause or an answer, just plodding through. And then I get scared, because when that happened during the Occupation, it was always a bad sign. It was burnout, looking at the problem and seeing that it was too big to solve by yourself--your mind tries to tell you it can't be solved at all."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly can certainly understand that feeling. She might not have experienced something as horrific as the Occupation, but given what she has been through, she can imagine. She never got to that point when she was being held hostage by the Ansata, mostly because they were never quite as bad as Cardassian Guls. It wasn't exactly pleasant, though. Getting some kind of burnout from being stuck there for so long wouldn't have been hard, especially if Jean-Luc hadn't turned up with her.

Hesitating slightly, Beverly reaches out to rest a hand against Nerys' arm, just as she would do for anyone else she was particularly close to. "Then it's a good thing we've got each other, isn't it?"

[thenewways]

For a half-second, Nerys startles, the response still not entirely removed from her reflexes after all these years. But it's a bare moment and she relaxes into Beverly's touch before the other woman can move away, and offers a smile of apology. "It's always a good thing to have friends with you," she agrees. "And not just for making plans or sharing the work. Just to have someone to talk to keeps you sane."