> "Ryan has accomplished his goals for the day. So far, all is quiet," she > replied as she placed the food on a table comfortably positioned to be > able to enjoy the warmth of the fireplace. > > Matthew joined her at the table. He lifted the bottle of Macallan and > uncorked it, sampling its aroma. He poured himself a few fingers. "Would > you care for some?" he asked her. Thus far, he'd had difficulty getting > his wife to appreciate the finer brands of scotch whisky.
Carrhae accepted a bit and took a sip of it. But to her, it was like drinking soda water and had no real appeal to her. > (either pours her a few fingers or recorks the bottle) and then swirls it > under his nose before taking a sip and delighting in the flavor. "No word > from Marcus, I take it." She would have said if there was. (ooc: will answer this once the gm has replied.) > "And no Jerrick getting underfoot?" "No. It seems the task you gave him has him occupied." > He looked out through the large glass door that faced the lake. (OOC: I > had > assumed this was the next morning - perhaps early, allowing for Jet, er, > Warp lag, and all?) The sun was not yet up, but there was moonlight > playing across the water. (If I may be so bold as to take the liberty) "I > could get to like it here," he said simply. "Granted, its not Ireland, > and > the water out there isn't anything like the Shannon, but still.... It has > its appeal." "It is beautiful, but I admit a little cool for my tastes," Carrhae replied. "Still, I look forward to spending some time here with you. Killing two birds with one stone, as you say." (response) Carrhae ends
