3209 Warm Greeting
on April 29, 2019
Chapter: Force of Hobbits
Characters: Naomi Phoenix, Perendelee "Roberta" Harper
Location: Roberta's Lute & Ladel
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Wait April 29? But it’s the 28th
Depends on your time zone. Note the timestamp of your comment!
It’s 7 am of April 29th where I am.
Actually, depends on the timezone of the server hosting the webpage. Just to be nimmickiny pickinniny 😛
The "you" in this case determining what time zone you might think it ought to be, yes. The server’s time zone is the shared constant here.
My, they look notably older than I thought Clover was. When did they all age?
P. S. Told you this was Perendelee! 😀
It’s confusing, I know.. but the flashback story with young Clover and Charla where we meet Naomi and Perry and all them takes place 39 years before this.
Clover married King Eric 11 years before this. Clover and her friends are more-or-less the same age as Flannet Hunter.
I have it all charted out on many many different but synched-up files. Keep in mind, however, that lots of the older strips were drawn long before I had worked out the timeline so characters (not unlike real people) age inconsistently with those around them.
I just yell "Plotholeum!!" and move on.
You can blame it on Scriptonyte as well 😉
One /could/ do that. But I keep track of the passage of time in YAFGC, so I don’t have to. 🙂
Do halflings live longer as humans? You said Clover and her freinds are around as old as Flannet, but I think they look younger.
Heh, if whatever she is cooking doesn’t turn out, perhaps she could weaponize it…
I doubt that’d be effective enough against Ranna.
And suddenly, I want to put <a href="grrlpowercomic.com">Sydney Scoville Jr.</a> in this environment. She would probably say it is not hot enough. Also, she might enjoy being with a bunch of people who are actually shorter than her, after hanging around with Max (6’1"), Hiro (6’2"), Stalwart (6’4") and Anvil (6’7"). Just watch out; she might be just genre-savvy enough to be dangerous.
Yes. Genre-savvy. She has anti-starship weapon but it’s her genre-savvyness which will be dangerous … actually you’re probably right, as Ranma would be hard to hit.
[ A vertically-oriented purple disk appears about a foot above the dirt street outside the inn and a young woman, 5 feet tall, mid-length brown hair, glasses, wearing grey and black fatigues comes flying (okay, horizontally falling) through. ]
Sydney Scoville: Waaaah! [ Full frontal landing! ] Oof!
Crowd: What was that? Did you see that? Is she okay? Where did that come from? [ The purple disk disappears with a Pop! ]
Sydney: [ Starts to sit up and brush off the dust on her uniform ] What is it with super-villians and worm holes?! I am sick of being sent to the middle of nowhere by those mongoose-molesting, head-cheese-barfing … [ Looks around her as some of the town-folk gather around. Replies calmly, if sheepishly ] Oh, hi. I’m Sydney. Is your teacher around? [ Thinking ] Wait a minute. Why does that kid have breasts? And that kid has a beard. Something is afoot here.
Woman in crowd: [To another person in the crowd] Go get Naomi. She could be hurt. [ To Sydney ] Are you all right?
Sydney: [ Standing up, continuing to brush herself off ] Yeah, pretty much. I think just my pride is wounded. So where am I, anyway? I did not exactly make my travel arrangements this time.
Naomi: [ Rushing out of the inn ] What is it? Is anybody hurt? [ Comes up short a few feet from Sydney and looks her up and down, mostly up since Sydney is about two feet taller than her ] Hmm.
Sydney: Yeah, I’m okay. What?
Naomi: I’m trying to decide if you are a tall one of us or a short one of them.
Sydney: I think I am the right one of me, which I think is a short one of them, err, us.
Naomi: Come over to the inn; we will figure out what you are doing, and, if it is not too forward, what is with the balls around your head? [ Heads for some outdoor seating because Sydney is just a little too tall for the door. Naomi sits down at a table, near the kitchen window ].
Sydney: They give me super-powers, like flying and a force-field. [ Demonstrates the flight orb by hovering, then sits ] Hey, that smells good. What is that?
Naomi: My friend, Roberta, runs the inn and is experimenting with a dwarven stew recipe, but I think she put too much hot pepper in it.
Sydney: Too much hot pepper? No such thing!
Roberta: [ Suddenly appears, coming out the back door, with a bowl of stew ] Ok, here try this. Maybe one of you big folk can handle this much heat. I would hate to let it go to waste.
Sydney: I can’t pay you for it, unless you take plastic.
Roberta: Don’t worry about paying … What do you mean by taking plastic?
Sydney: [Contemplatively] Okay. [ Picks up the spoon Roberta gives her and scoops up some of the stew. Gives it a sniff then puts it in her mouth ] No bad. Good flavour. The heat is a little subtle, but it is definitely there; a little more would not be a bad addition.
Roberta: I thought so. [ Naomi is gobsmacked ] So you are a biggie. But most of my <i>paying</i> customers will be halflings, so I guess I have to tone it down a bit. [ Heads back into the kitchen ] Just let me know if you want more.
Sydney: Halflings? Seriously?!
Naomi: What did you think we were? Kobolds?
Sydney: No, but this kinds of changes everything I thought I could use. [ Pull a small hand-held device from her utility belt ] Hmm, no cell coverage. No surprise there. [ Puts it back in her belt ] Now how to get home? At least nobody is shooting at me here. [ Pause ] I probably just jinxed myself, didn’t I?
https://warhammerfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Halfling_Hot_Pot
Already a thing.
Lol, the last panel reminds me of an anime.
‘kay, just to be clear:
She is *not* blaming rats for the cayenne, nor suggesting them as an ingredient, right?
t!
MMMmmmmmm! Raaaaats. 😀
No clear. Funny only!
Impress your friends with exotic Dwarven cuisine.
(this should’ve posted as a reply to t!)
HAH! Funny you should put it that way! But that’s EXACTLY what she’s doing! It wasn’t going to enter the story in any way or even be mentioned, but I personally KNEW that was a Dwarven dish she was experimenting with. Well done, Nick.
D’awwwwww…
What, you thought Rich helped write Ratatouille? That would mean she is calling her sous chefs at the end. Nah, I think it just an interjection of dejection.
Oops. That was meant to be a reply to t!
I’ll eat what Roberta is cooking. No such thing as too much cayenne!
(Well, enough cayenne to collapse to a singularity under its own gravity would be too much. Tastiest black hole ever, though.)
"WASABI!"
I know it’s Cayenne, but it doesn’t have the ring to it.
Too much cayenne? No such thing!