D: A, you are an oddment and a trifling.
A: Gee, D. With compliments like that it’s a wonder you spent your life alone!
A: See, two play at the insult game. It’s not just yours to monopolize!
D: If not you, then what are our oddments and triflings?
A: They are a highlight of some of the lovely posts I read today, that made a typical Monday a delight, when I had a chance to breathe, that is.
D: I see. A joint tale-telling, so?
First, at We Drink Because We’re Poets—
D: Uh, A, Excuse me, but you’re not a poet.
D: What’s your excuse?
A: This isn’t a drink as such, D. It’s Kombucha.
D: It’s fermented, though.
A: Sure, but only a little. It’s good for you. All sorts of pro-biotic goodness for the gut to heal it from all those delightfully-inflammatory potatoes I ate over the weekend.
D: I think you’re some sort of witch.
A: Thank you, D. Moving on:
Also at We Drink Because We’re Poets–
D: I think you just like saying the name.
D: . . .
A: As I thought. There’s a new exercise/prompt debuting on August 11. Read more about it, mark your calendars, and participate, because it looks to be great fun!
D: This means we’re taking part, correct?
A: You bet your Pictish, Time-Traveling arse.
D: It’s such a pity she uses her words for things like that. It could be so much more. (Sigh.) Regardless, the Community Storyboard Creative Writing Challenge continues with this day 3 Prompt: Write a story set before 1950. A of course cheated and used a chapter opener that she wrote last night, which she’s titled, “Where do we go from here?”
A: What, is it my fault I rarely write anything set after 1950? No, I think not. Finally, Charles did a guest-post on Green Embers’ blog about character classes in Dungeon and Dragons. D, I’d like you to take notes on the Druid part.
D: I’m not that kind of Druid.
A: I know, but –
D: You’re mocking me.
A: Yes, I am, but –
D: I am a teller of tales; I hold the clan’s record of births and deaths within my soul, I gaze at the stars and interpret their patters, I have the magic of the ancients in my veins, and you’re telling me that all it amounts to is having antlers in my hair—
A: D, chill. I like the antlers.
D: . . . I give up.
A: Ha! I win. Good night, folks!!