I've bought a wood!

[veggiechicken]

Are ye certain that's not an Ox, Falconer Wench. It is a very large armful of bunny........

[lottie dolly]

Since our cook is not yet arrived in the greenwood to prepare our repast, I've been a-hawking. If someone gets the spit set up, I'll bring the rabbit!

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thats a wopper,but it's still meat

[mothhawk]

Are ye certain that's not an Ox, Falconer Wench. It is a very large armful of bunny........

I'm sure it probably has a kick like an ox!

There are many mouths to feed in our merrie band my lady, so I've brought some big carrots too.

[veggiechicken]

Mmmm Carrots! My favourite. Maybe Cook or the Cooks Wench could prepare us a carrot cake - I dooooooo like carrot cake

[mothhawk]

Carrot cake! yea, verily, yea!

[taff]

I can do orf with it's head?

[veggiechicken]

Carrot cake! yea, verily, yea!

That cake looks so delicious I've been licking the screen (a woven structure made from willows or hazel - before you ask)

I can do orf with it's head?

Just don't let me see it for I am of squeamish nature Could you pass some cake please.

[bearded bloke]

For those with rumbly tums I bear good news,being the son of a miller I can get you a few loaves






I also found some salad for fillings .............








And for those wanting hot grub,by forward planing from the hot bonfire ashes I have retrieved some spuds ready for filling from the salad bar .....








Eat hearty my friends

[veggiechicken]

Thank you muchly Much for such delights are truly those for which I have been hankering. Good honest food, none of this jus of that or flambe of summat else - but don't mention this to Cook for one cannot be certain what may find its way into the stockpot if she is upset.

[julesapple]

Suddenly, the Wood is alive with the Sound of Music, with songs we have sung.. for at least 4 days...
Jules, are you a Minstrel who wishes to join our Merry band? For we are in need of entertainers to lighten the dark evenings as all we do to fill the dark hours is eat, drink and be merry - and a bit of wenching...... .

Forsooth, I should be honoured to join thy Merrie Bande, but I fear that this night, I am not up to much goode entertainment fore I am sorely tried this even tide.

[veggiechicken]

Fair Lady Jules, we would be honoured to have you in our midst. We have many wise women (and some pretty stupid ones) here who may be able to aid you in your troubles. They have potions and lotions to soothe every ill, failing that some of Master Brewer of the Red Thorn's Red Stocking Ale is guaranteed to wipe out all other ails. I will add thee to our number as Musician as is more befitting a lady of your stature (about 5' 6").

[julesapple]

I am most honoured that you should consider me so mighty in your presence when, should truth be out, I am but only 5ft2. And my girth shrinketh every day, praise be to St Atkin.

One is in need of a potion for bannishment of these things which are sent to try us - and I will apply it with liberal hande to myne husband who is sorely in need of a swift kick in the cod piece.

[donnakebab]

I am most honoured that you should consider me so mighty in your presence when, should truth be out, I am but only 5ft2. And my girth shrinketh every day, praise be to St Atkin.

One is in need of a potion for bannishment of these things which are sent to try us - and I will apply it with liberal hande to myne husband who is sorely in need of a swift kick in the cod piece.

I am in possession of just such a potion that I would be glad to give to thee. For there is nothing I like better than the thought of a man being rendered disabled in the cod piece region.

[veggiechicken]

Mistress Jules, You and I are equal in stature though St Michael is more likely to have been influential in my girth. I daily call on his support, Praise be! Let us raise a Large Cup in his name.
The wise women are here, if you need a discrete word - a PM would be appropriate, methinks

[donnakebab]

My humble apologies to you but I drink'eth not of the brewed beverage known as ale, however, my keg doth overflow'eth with the pristine spring water of the woodland.

And what be this jibberish that Robin speaketh? Be there worms in his brain addling them to a pulp?