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redwolfSarah was fascinated by the mix of housing in the area. Half of the properties had been gentrified with the work swinging between pristine restorations and modern confections that looked as if they’d been designed by architects who didn’t seem to understand how houses worked. The properties that hadn’t yet fallen into the hands of developers were cheerfully decorated share housing, whose mostly student occupants were still sleeping off the previous night’s hangover. She just hoped that no one needed to use the upper balconies, as they all looked like death traps that were nominally attached to the buildings by spit and string.
“That’s an unusual design choice.” Sarah indicated the corner pub that featured exterior tiled walls.
“Made it easy to clean up the vomit.” Jareth grinned and Sarah wasn’t sure if he was joking. “When work finished at five and the bars closed at six.”
“Men are disgusting.” Sarah shuddered at the thought of working men desperately trying to get all of their drinking done in that hour before heading home to their unfortunate families and really hoped a lot were wished away to the bog.
Jareth’s excitement at the array of stalls set up in the school grounds provided a timely distraction. He loved a farmers market and she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from one located in the inner city, but it seemed to follow the usual mix of businesses.
Sarah was happy to wander amongst the stalls and take in the sights and smells while Jareth bounced around like a toddler on a sugar high.
The Bavarian bratwurst stall smelled devine, and she discovered that momo were delicious Nepalese dumplings but the sugarcane juice was too sweet for her tastes. A group of Turkish ladies were making gozleme with rapid military precision and a Greek man with a souvlaki stall was proclaiming that the lamb was especially good today.
The mystery of what exactly vegan jerky was made from would have to wait for another day when she saw a stall closing early. It had little pots of different spreads that you could taste and she was planning to try them all in her next circuit.
A pleased Jareth appeared at her side. “Their jams and marmalades are incredible and their honeys are spectacular.”
“I missed out on taste testing them,” Sarah sighed, looking wistfully at the cheerful couple who were packing up their wares.
Jareth slung an arm around her shoulders and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You can try them when we get home. I purchased all the stock they brought for the day. They seemed quite delighted about the arrangement.”
“Would that be the same reason the cake stall is closing early?”
“You’ve caught me, you clever thing.”
“Is there any chance of you sharing your bounty from that haul?” Sarah asked slyly.
“I may require some convincing.” Jareth’s purr dropped into a register that curled Sarah’s toes.
“I look forward to the challenge.”
“As do I, my love.”
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labyfic — drabble #259: tasty
Part of the Balance!verse
“That’s an unusual design choice.” Sarah indicated the corner pub that featured exterior tiled walls.
“Made it easy to clean up the vomit.” Jareth grinned and Sarah wasn’t sure if he was joking. “When work finished at five and the bars closed at six.”
“Men are disgusting.” Sarah shuddered at the thought of working men desperately trying to get all of their drinking done in that hour before heading home to their unfortunate families and really hoped a lot were wished away to the bog.
Jareth’s excitement at the array of stalls set up in the school grounds provided a timely distraction. He loved a farmers market and she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from one located in the inner city, but it seemed to follow the usual mix of businesses.
Sarah was happy to wander amongst the stalls and take in the sights and smells while Jareth bounced around like a toddler on a sugar high.
The Bavarian bratwurst stall smelled devine, and she discovered that momo were delicious Nepalese dumplings but the sugarcane juice was too sweet for her tastes. A group of Turkish ladies were making gozleme with rapid military precision and a Greek man with a souvlaki stall was proclaiming that the lamb was especially good today.
The mystery of what exactly vegan jerky was made from would have to wait for another day when she saw a stall closing early. It had little pots of different spreads that you could taste and she was planning to try them all in her next circuit.
A pleased Jareth appeared at her side. “Their jams and marmalades are incredible and their honeys are spectacular.”
“I missed out on taste testing them,” Sarah sighed, looking wistfully at the cheerful couple who were packing up their wares.
Jareth slung an arm around her shoulders and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You can try them when we get home. I purchased all the stock they brought for the day. They seemed quite delighted about the arrangement.”
“Would that be the same reason the cake stall is closing early?”
“You’ve caught me, you clever thing.”
“Is there any chance of you sharing your bounty from that haul?” Sarah asked slyly.
“I may require some convincing.” Jareth’s purr dropped into a register that curled Sarah’s toes.
“I look forward to the challenge.”
“As do I, my love.”
labyfic — drabble #259: tastyPart of the Balance!verse
