Billy gathers some wood and starts a fire.
Good a place as any to have breakfast, he announces. Billy begins whistling a tune as he opens up his Bag of Holding and pulls out his griddle and frying pan. Before long, potatoes, sausages, and eggs are frying up and flapjacks are being flipped. He plucks at his dulcimer in between the stirring and flipping. As the aroma fills the air, he announces,
Soup's on, boys. He starts handing plates full of food to everyone before leaning back on his small folding chair and smiling.
Anybody still here, they'll be fallin' out lookin' fer some grub.
Last edited February 16, 2017 10:30 pm