alhoon wrote:Cuisine:
Ugo frowned. He didn't like bee stings but he wouldn't make a bland cake. No. He got the towel, wrapped it around his arm, got another towel and covered his face below the eyes by tying it around his head. While doing so he touched the collar around his neck but he didn't register the presence of the iron band there. It was like a second skin to him after all this time.
He opened the door towards the garden and took a look at the kitchen. He would set up more traps to catch vermin and rats while the cake will be in the oven. Bee stings in the garden hurt really much.
He stepped outside and closed the door and started looking for the bee-hive to retrieve some honey. He held a small ceramic pot to leave under the beehive and a couple of stones in case he had to hit the hive, from a distance of course, to start the honey dripping.
After preparing, Ugo leaves the kitchen and enters the garden paths.
He rounds the corner not far from one of the springs, and spots a stranger-- one about his own size--walking less than thirty feet distant.



