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the_dala at 08:44am on 23/10/2005
the_dala at 08:44am on 23/10/2005A reminder for self --
CALL LEX PARK JIFFY LUBE ABOUT OIL CHANGE
(writing about other kinds of oil and what they may be used for is not an acceptable alternative)
CALL LEX PARK JIFFY LUBE ABOUT OIL CHANGE
(writing about other kinds of oil and what they may be used for is not an acceptable alternative)
(no subject)
“So good of Missus Potter to keep them all for me, but now I’ve got the Pearl back – ah, here we are. This one’s from Bombay; got spices an’ such in it. Here’s a rose scent. ‘Twould be lovely combed in your hair, lass. I’m particular fond of this one – very light, a little bit goes a long way. This’s a rare breed, must be sparing with it till we get a chance t’ sail around the Cape. Now, that I filched offa Spanish nobleman – aye, and did he have stories!”
“Yes, Jack, they’re – ah – charming,” Elizabeth interrupted, pursing her lips at the dozen or so bottles, flasks, and jars hidden in a box beneath the bower floorboard. “But what on earth are they all for?”
Jack was wafting a green glass bottle under his nose, lips curled fondly at whatever memories the scent conjured. His eyes snapped open to regard her with smug amusement. “Care t’ take a guess?”
“Cooking? Polishing boots?” Will suggesting, reaching for a stoneware jar. Seeing the speculative look on his face, Jack smacked his hand away.
“Far too precious for such mundane activities ,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell you what...” Sidling up between Will and Elizabeth, he draped an arm over each and flashed gold at them. “Let’s get these beauties back onboard, an’ I’ll give ye a practical demonstration.”
(no subject)
(no subject)
“So good of Missus Potter to keep them all for me, but now I’ve got the Pearl back – ah, here we are. This one’s from Bombay; got spices an’ such in it. Here’s a rose scent. ‘Twould be lovely combed in your hair, lass. I’m particular fond of this one – very light, a little bit goes a long way. This’s a rare breed, must be sparing with it till we get a chance t’ sail around the Cape. Now, that I filched offa Spanish nobleman – aye, and did he have stories!”
“Yes, Jack, they’re – ah – charming,” Elizabeth interrupted, pursing her lips at the dozen or so bottles, flasks, and jars hidden in a box beneath the bower floorboard. “But what on earth are they all for?”
Jack was wafting a green glass bottle under his nose, lips curled fondly at whatever memories the scent conjured. His eyes snapped open to regard her with smug amusement. “Care t’ take a guess?”
“Cooking? Polishing boots?” Will suggesting, reaching for a stoneware jar. Seeing the speculative look on his face, Jack smacked his hand away.
“Far too precious for such mundane activities ,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell you what...” Sidling up between Will and Elizabeth, he draped an arm over each and flashed gold at them. “Let’s get these beauties back onboard, an’ I’ll give ye a practical demonstration.”
(no subject)
Me: I want to try something that I read in a potter fanfic.
Him: Okay! *dorky grin... suddenly suspicious* It doesn't involve a broomstick, does it?
(no subject)
(no subject)
“So good of Missus Potter to keep them all for me, but now I’ve got the Pearl back – ah, here we are. This one’s from Bombay; got spices an’ such in it. Here’s a rose scent. ‘Twould be lovely combed in your hair, lass. I’m particular fond of this one – very light, a little bit goes a long way. This’s a rare breed, must be sparing with it till we get a chance t’ sail around the Cape. Now, that I filched offa Spanish nobleman – aye, and did he have stories!”
“Yes, Jack, they’re – ah – charming,” Elizabeth interrupted, pursing her lips at the dozen or so bottles, flasks, and jars hidden in a box beneath the bower floorboard. “But what on earth are they all for?”
Jack was wafting a green glass bottle under his nose, lips curled fondly at whatever memories the scent conjured. His eyes snapped open to regard her with smug amusement. “Care t’ take a guess?”
“Cooking? Polishing boots?” Will suggesting, reaching for a stoneware jar. Seeing the speculative look on his face, Jack smacked his hand away.
“Far too precious for such mundane activities ,” he said, shaking his head. “Tell you what...” Sidling up between Will and Elizabeth, he draped an arm over each and flashed gold at them. “Let’s get these beauties back onboard, an’ I’ll give ye a practical demonstration.”