Jeff and I have gotten into a nice pattern of cooking dinner with each other, trading off on responsibility for hosting. It's really cool, because it gives me both incentive and help to try dishes whose preparation I might otherwise not have attempted. Yesterday was my turn, and I chose a menu of chicken fried steak, cornbread, and green bean casserole. If I were cooking for myself, I think I never would have made three dishes, but it was perfect for two people on a Saturday. The chicken fried steak turned out really lovely, and the cornbread and beans were at least passable. The only problem is that now I've got leftover cornbread and beans but no chicken fried steak. Oh well, I'll plan better next time.
This morning I tagged along with Jeff to hurling practice again. He had assumed I wouldn't, but I enjoyed it last week, so I went back for more. This time there were more people there, with more spare hurleys, so I got dragged in by Her Excellency (the Baroness of Madrone, Anne-Marie). I did not too badly for a rank newbie, until Raphael dove towards the ground head-first for some reason, and I swung my hurley towards the ball and missed, contacting Raphael's forehead instead. He had to have 14 stitches but was in surprisingly good spirits about it (he made a point of smearing blood on his hurley), and everyone told me not to feel bad, that Raph was crazy and deserved it for being so reckless. If Raph gets a scar, Jeff is looking forward to saying, You see that scar above Viscount Raphael's eye? My lady did that!
What with that and the rest of the team calling me the Enforcer,
I guess I'm getting a reputation to go with my bodice dagger.
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