Post by Marybeth (anni) on Oct 17, 2006 19:21:07 GMT -5
The bunnies keep coming. Consider yourself warned. It's short but the bunny hit an hour ago or so, enjoy!
I own nothing.
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"Palace Kitchens?"
"Yes, your Highness?"
"Can you deliver a dozen of your finest chocolate chunk cookies to my private quarters?" She asked unsure, wrapping the comcord around her index finger. There was a moment of silence before the chef spoke again.
"No problem. Anything else?"
"Some salsa dip and chips as well, please."
"Of course," the chef answered kindly.
"Thank you," she replied and hung up the comlink. It wasn't unusual for her to order foods to her room, but her orders were becoming more and more out of the ordinary. Like last week she'd ordered pasta and cinnamon sauce instead of pasta sauce. It confused people but she was trying desperately to calm the cravings.
Shaking her head, she went into her closet, taking off her overcoat and getting a good look at herself in the mirror. Slowing nature through the Force was helping; no one suspected her pregnancy yet. The tiny bump of her belly could be hidden easily, which is why she hadn't gone into vacation yet. Slipping out her formal clothes she went for looser attire.
Half an hour later her order arrived, on customary silver dishes. She thanked the teen aged girl who'd delivered she closed the door. Plopping down on the sofa, she turned on the set just in time to see the opening routine of Dancing With the Stars. The cookies were perfect, down to the last chocolate chunk. She then took salsa and piled it on the bottom of the cookies and placed another on top of it, making a "sandwich."
Tenel Ka ate it slowly, savoring the spiciness of the dip and the chewy, sweet taste of the cookies combined. During her mother's second pregnancy, she hadn't understood cravings but now she did. Babies didn't know how to eat so they "told" their moms what kinds of foods they were hungry for. With a rare grin, she settled down and continued in their snack.
I own nothing.
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"Palace Kitchens?"
"Yes, your Highness?"
"Can you deliver a dozen of your finest chocolate chunk cookies to my private quarters?" She asked unsure, wrapping the comcord around her index finger. There was a moment of silence before the chef spoke again.
"No problem. Anything else?"
"Some salsa dip and chips as well, please."
"Of course," the chef answered kindly.
"Thank you," she replied and hung up the comlink. It wasn't unusual for her to order foods to her room, but her orders were becoming more and more out of the ordinary. Like last week she'd ordered pasta and cinnamon sauce instead of pasta sauce. It confused people but she was trying desperately to calm the cravings.
Shaking her head, she went into her closet, taking off her overcoat and getting a good look at herself in the mirror. Slowing nature through the Force was helping; no one suspected her pregnancy yet. The tiny bump of her belly could be hidden easily, which is why she hadn't gone into vacation yet. Slipping out her formal clothes she went for looser attire.
Half an hour later her order arrived, on customary silver dishes. She thanked the teen aged girl who'd delivered she closed the door. Plopping down on the sofa, she turned on the set just in time to see the opening routine of Dancing With the Stars. The cookies were perfect, down to the last chocolate chunk. She then took salsa and piled it on the bottom of the cookies and placed another on top of it, making a "sandwich."
Tenel Ka ate it slowly, savoring the spiciness of the dip and the chewy, sweet taste of the cookies combined. During her mother's second pregnancy, she hadn't understood cravings but now she did. Babies didn't know how to eat so they "told" their moms what kinds of foods they were hungry for. With a rare grin, she settled down and continued in their snack.