Steaks, Bread, Egg and lying between sheets

[esteven]

'Why, Stephen, there you are,' cried Jack. 'I was quite anxious for you.'
'Aye?' said Stephen, setting a cabbage-leaf parcel on the table and taking an egg from his pocket and a loaf from his bosom. 'I have brought a beef-steak to recruit you for your interview, and what passes for bread in these parts. I strongly urge you to take off your clothes, to sponge yourself all over - the copper will answer admirably -and to lie between sheets for an hour. Rested, shaved, coffee'd, steaked, you will be a different man.

Just for the Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... and maybe a contribution or two for the wip ;D

(chapter six)

Comments

[esteven]

*brings Jack his silk floral morning gown and folds navy blue Garnment away*

[feroxargentea]

That - that monstrosity of a gown is not improving matters *giggles*

[esteven]

I guess it sits more comfortably though I hope silk does not cling.

[feroxargentea]

Silk clings! That's the whole point of silk! *shakes head*

[esteven]

Is it?

Then I was probably more thinking along the lines of those heavy brocade things...

[heather_mist]

That - that monstrosity of a gown is not improving matters

Oh dear.

*looks guiltily at fic just written*

I have made reference to it because I knew esteven favoured it...

*hands over large brown paper bag with which to cover head*

[esteven]

You did?
*snugs you rotten*
*bounces*
I knew I would love your fic!

[heather_mist]

*is grateful for snugs*

It's just a passing reference mind and it doesn't actually appear - but hopefully it will put a nice little image in your head ;-)

[esteven]

As long as Jack's in the fic, it is bound to put nice images in my head ;D

[feroxargentea]

LOL
"You can't please all the people all the time, so don't bloody try." - copyright, my mum.

[esteven]

You can read over the silk gown and I can wallow in it ;D