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[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

Date: September 25, 2001
Status: Private (Wensleydale and Famine)
Setting: Lobby/Bar
Summary: A meeting.

Funny, Wensley thought. He hadn’t been hungry at all before entering the Lobby. However, now he found his stomach growling as if he hadn’t eaten in days rather than the hours it actually was. He eyed the door to the Bar. Wensley hadn’t been planning on going into the kitchens that afternoon. Still…

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[polldancer.livejournal.com]

He glances at the bar door where Wensley had been staring and shakes his head, smiling amusedly. "You work in the kitchen, I believe? No thank you, I think I'll pass."

[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

What was that supposed to mean? Wensley bristled internally. His cooking might not be the best in the world, but he liked to think that it was at least passable.

"Did you have some sort of problem with the kitchen during your stay?"

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

He laughs and shakes his head. "No, not really." Aside from its existance. It's the principle of the thing. "I haven't had much to do with the kitchen at all." Which he's not too happy about, but it's better not to anger the Antichrist.

[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

Well, that was a horse of a different color, indeed! Wensley's eyes widened. "You haven't? Oh, you must come to the Bar sometime, have something. In fact," he glanced at the wall clock, "if you wanted to come by now, I have time."

[polldancer.livejournal.com]

Famine is really amused now, Wensley really has no idea. "Alright. It should be interesting, to say the least." He smiles and gestures for Wensley to lead the way.