chapter three
Slightly based on king of thrones series scenarios * * * advisor find your character as a - on the street poor and begging -blacksmiths -bakers -butchers -carpenter -farmer -fishmongers -ferryman -maid /servants -tailors -pastry cooks
Arein:Begin
Then she looked over at the children realizing that she needed to have an adult conversation, then she gathered her composure as best she could and said "kids please set the table i wont be long," and then she turned to her husband "and you drop the pastry
Corporate Ladder
She replied; her eyes locked on the pastry that sat in front of her. "well amelia it's nice to meet you. my name is mr. moon. but you can call me moon. everyone always does." he handed her a fork.
Backyard Bursting
, and the path there was paved with pastries of all kinds. doughnuts, cronuts, crepes, scones, muffins, macaroons... all were there and ripe for the taking.
Consequences
Chips, snack-cakes, pastries, nuts... it was all there, and james doggedly stuffed his face as he listened to the television. he passively watched it, but was far more focused on his meal as he ate and ate.
A New Dawn - Chapter 38 (Jumping Forwards)
The pastry baked to perfections, a wonderful golden brown. darcy had even baked the likeness of a petalled flower into the top. "y-yeah. it sure does." i smiled.
The Freehorn's Scars - Chapter 5
Inside the basket was a book simply titled _the alchemist_, a bottle of wine, a wedge of cheese, and some pastries that still smelled as though they'd come out of the oven only a few moments ago.
The Clockwork Falcon - part 4: Maiden Voyage
The hound did not appear amused, "you forget that i was your age once, and you didn't exactly try to cover your tracks," the professor growled as he set his tools roughly on the table, "you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday and have some crumbs of pastry
Sages of the Hidden Lights: Chapters 4-6
Last up was odie, who handed me a delicious pastry, settled in a neat little box. i knew the scent anywhere; it was odie's own cooking, without a doubt.
Saying No Chapter 3
The smell of pastries and other baked goods wafted into the main area from the tiny kitchen at the back of the shop, leaving the air warm, and homely feeling, and the tinge of curry brought the lightest bit of spice to the room.
Slim
Six diamond-shaped pastries sat arranged on a square plate; the centrepiece of the hand-sized tray i was carrying across the restaurant. i wondered, how in the world dad managed to bake these?
Touched, Chapter 4
"but--" just as yesenia was about to protest, she heard a male voice outside yelling the words, "napoleon is a pastry!" seemingly ridiculous words to be shouting, but norgia hardly seemed to think so.