| Welcome, Kitchen Table, and in your best Bib and Tucker, you say, dressed for fine dining. How nice, how beautiful! It's my best tablcloth, china, silver, and crystal...in the Secret Garden in honor of the occasion. |
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| Scriggle is posed here in a tableaux, with calla lillies. Gorgeous, as usual. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Our Evie is beautiful in her blue gown, here in the "Meeting on the Turret Stair." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gatta: Dearest Evie! And who is the gentleman in the red surcotte? Surely not the Padre! Any news? Evie: <blush> Well, of course it is the Padre! Doesn't the armor make him look younger? Gatta: Sooo glad to hear it, thought you and Major Benjy might have been having a brief fling. |
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| Isabel Poppit sent her regards and a gift. Regretfully, I will not be able to pop in on this function. The sun's rays are perfection at this time of year and |
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| Evie: No, no. Perish the thought. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I cannot leave the dunes. However, Boon is motoring up with a basket containing the makings of the Poppit family's recipe for red currant fool. The berries are particularly luscious this year but are apt to go "off" anytime. Boon will be happy to assemble this cool concoction for the pleasure of the guests. Do not be alarmed by the "poppings" in the butler's pantry. That is merely Boon opening champagne bottles. Au reservoir, Isabel Poppit | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Let's go to the Music Room and open some gifts! There will also be directions to Signor Cortese's abode, as well as an accounting of the Petling Tent and comments of the Chat Room participants. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The party games offered include one brought by Emmeline Pillson about Past Lives - and several by Georgie: Tarot, Rune, and I Ching connections. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||