HI First of all, response to reviewers, and the sacred sending out of the magic cookies
Casina Joy: Yes Daine will certainly join in next time *giggles evilly*
Paladin Dragoon: Wait until the cookies are made until you say how useful they're going to be...
A Little Loopy: You OK...you said you fell of a chair. I do that a lot...it hurts :(
Vamperfly: thank-you for liking this fic & reviewing (I fell so loved and motivated). And yes..rating will go up probs & THERE
WILL BE SOME (attempts) FOR FLUFF. (Promise)
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88: I agree the world needs more laughter...and more D/N wouldn't hurt at all ^_^
Gogglepuss: THANK YOU!! Reviews get me motivated & typing faster, support means a lot
Cherrio: I am so glad you like this fic...believe me the stories hardly started...
Numie fan: WOOT!! Cheers 4 reviewing. I am updating...as quick as I can...but I'm quite a slow typer soz
Winged Seraphin: I agree; if you have to agree with the prime minister to get cookies, agree with the prime minister. Yep, I agree they're
VERY OOC but as I don't actually own any of the books I can't refer to any of them. And also I like them OOC ^_^ ...atleast a
little OOC. As to the other point, I don't really like word; it takes too long to load. However, I did copy & paste this into word & modify
it on that. I had no idea I did so many typos...
~*fantasy*queen*~: Hmmm, good point. Come to think of it, I don't think Jon would tell Numair to shut up. But given the circumstances, who
could ever blame him? Not me ^_^
Firedragon12: WOOT!! I'm updating. for once in my life I'm actually updating ^_^
lilsweetcherryblossom: Hopefully-if my evil writers block fails to consume me-this will continue to get even more interesting. Glad you like
it ^_^
Now here are your cookies *sends out cookies*
Disclaimer: I don't own it...I never will own it...Don't sue
Chapter 3: In which Neal is called poor uncountable times
Poor Neal...He had no idea what to do. He didn't know if Dom was letting loose some wild secret, or just making it up. But that
was all long-term stuff. Now he had to find an excuse for why Sir Nealan of Queenscove had just screamed an entire bar into silence
And the uncomfortable position when everyone is staring at you and you want the floor to just swallow you up (all been there... all
done that). After blinking rapidly, he took a swig of his ale, and blurted out a very forced sounding laugh. fortunately everyone
was too drunk to notice the force-ness. The tension broke. Neal grinned. He'd find out-whether he wanted to or not-in the morning.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Morning came. And everyone was forming a massive line outside his room for his famous hangover cure. Infact, that's what woke him.
Neal...this was not going to be a good day.
After taking a few minutes to get dressed and have a shower (leaving the poor hungover outsiders oblivious to the fact he was
awake), he opened the door a crack. 'God damnit, there are even more than they were last time,' he thought. 'I need to make
some more cure.'
So now Neal was making some more hangover cure (and the people outside STILL had no idea he was awake. Yes I know he opened
the door, but if you were that hungover, would you actually notice). Poor poor Neal. .
Yuki (lucky Yuki) woke up when he was making his 3rd batch. She looped her arms around his waist and kissed his ear. For once
Neal is not being called poor. Neal smiled. Those drunkards outside could wait...he let her push him onto the bed...
(Now despite the rating being upped to pg-13, the scene that enfolds here would be ATLEAST NC-17, so I won't write it. I'll just leave
it up to you to imagine it ^_^ )
~*~*~*~*~*~
Now just because no one had noticed Neal did not mean he hadn't been missed. Even Dom in his extreme hungover-ness couldn't
help but wonder just WHERE his cousin was. 'Probably doing something nice with Yuki, leaving all us poor drunkards to suffer.'
He was torn when he heard the unmistakable sound of pleasure coming from the bedroom...
A slightly less hungover Merric had his ear to the door, a bemused/amused expression on his face. He frowned, his head hurt, he wanted
to sleep, he was hungry, he was thirsty, and all Neal was doing was making out with his girlfriend. Needless to say Neal was not in
Merric's-or anyone's-good books. Poor Neal.
~*~*~*~*~*~
By now Neal was feeling slightly hysterical. Yes normally he would have given anything to be sleeping late with Yuki sprawled
on top of him in some ungainly fashion. But when you're worrying about your best friend and your insane cousin being EXECUTED
for treason against the crown (which they had a reputation for), you really get slightly worried. It was not like Neal to get
worried, but the exception proves the rule so they say. (A/N: No, I don't understand it either but oh well). Poor Neal
And then there were the hungover crowd still waiting after an hour for him to administer his dose of hangover cure. Which he
really couldn't be bothered to make right now. Poor Neal was so badly confused.
'What to do, what to do,' he thought, 'I could sneak off without waking Yuki, but then she'll think I stood her up. I could
write her a note telling her, but how would I sneak off without all them alcoholics noticing.' Emerald eyes fell on the window...
An idea was forming in Neal's mind. Had he thought about this carefully he would have found several errors with this plan. But
he was DESPARATE!! Mithros have sympathy on poor Neal.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kel had (wisely) given up hope on ever receiving hangover treatment from Neal, and so had resorted to the more reliable-if-more
expensive-healings of Numair Salmalín. Well, that was just an excuse. In truth she had to ask about the *_THING_* Dun dun DUN
She entered his room. He was up and prating around with some potion Kel would very much like to have nothing to do with. Unfortunately
Keladry of Mindelan had no such luck.
"Oh hello Kel, Dom,"(who really couldn't care where he went he was so bloody hungover) Numair nodded to them in turn.
"Hi. Umm, Numair...does Daine know what we're doing."
"Umm, not exactly." Kel arched a slender eyebrow at this as Numair hurried on, "Well she doesn't have to really, I mean she's
on a posting for the king, (at this point Kel's eyebrow was in danger of disappearing entirely under her hairline) but she knows
I'm making cookies if that's..." he trailed of lamely.
"Umm, Numair, I know you and Kel really want to get the plan, but I really need some hangover cure sharpish...Oh for Mithros'
sake, give it to me." With that noble statement Dom went hunting (well ransacking would be around Numair's room for the almightly
hangover cure.
Kel briefly wondered whether the biggest mistake of her life had been agreeing to be this nutter's lover. She grinned wryly at
Numair who ignored it and went to look for the cook book...
After half an hour looking for the cook book it became doubtless in everyone's mind that.......
IT HAD VANISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Oooh, cliffie.What's with Numair's mysterious potion, will Dom and all the other poor hungover people EVER GET THEIR HANGOVER
CURES, will Neal be poor forever. Find out in the next chapter of Numair's Magic Cookies. But most importantly WHO STOLE THE COOK
BOOK!! I have writers block so you can all (if you want) vote on who stole the cookbook:
Was it:
1) Lord Wyldon
2)Neal
3) Yuki
4) Daine
5) Jon
Please vote!!
~*~*~*~*~
So there you go, chapter 3. I know it's not that good, but bear with me & I should hopefully improve. Please review, (and vote)
and flames or any type of critisism are ofcourse welcome. Believe me I need it ^_^ I'm very very sorry this took so long to get
up but since my sister installed the sims on this computer I've had to bloody well fight for it...and I ofcourse had writers block.
-Charli-san ^_^
Casina Joy: Yes Daine will certainly join in next time *giggles evilly*
Paladin Dragoon: Wait until the cookies are made until you say how useful they're going to be...
A Little Loopy: You OK...you said you fell of a chair. I do that a lot...it hurts :(
Vamperfly: thank-you for liking this fic & reviewing (I fell so loved and motivated). And yes..rating will go up probs & THERE
WILL BE SOME (attempts) FOR FLUFF. (Promise)
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88: I agree the world needs more laughter...and more D/N wouldn't hurt at all ^_^
Gogglepuss: THANK YOU!! Reviews get me motivated & typing faster, support means a lot
Cherrio: I am so glad you like this fic...believe me the stories hardly started...
Numie fan: WOOT!! Cheers 4 reviewing. I am updating...as quick as I can...but I'm quite a slow typer soz
Winged Seraphin: I agree; if you have to agree with the prime minister to get cookies, agree with the prime minister. Yep, I agree they're
VERY OOC but as I don't actually own any of the books I can't refer to any of them. And also I like them OOC ^_^ ...atleast a
little OOC. As to the other point, I don't really like word; it takes too long to load. However, I did copy & paste this into word & modify
it on that. I had no idea I did so many typos...
~*fantasy*queen*~: Hmmm, good point. Come to think of it, I don't think Jon would tell Numair to shut up. But given the circumstances, who
could ever blame him? Not me ^_^
Firedragon12: WOOT!! I'm updating. for once in my life I'm actually updating ^_^
lilsweetcherryblossom: Hopefully-if my evil writers block fails to consume me-this will continue to get even more interesting. Glad you like
it ^_^
Now here are your cookies *sends out cookies*
Disclaimer: I don't own it...I never will own it...Don't sue
Chapter 3: In which Neal is called poor uncountable times
Poor Neal...He had no idea what to do. He didn't know if Dom was letting loose some wild secret, or just making it up. But that
was all long-term stuff. Now he had to find an excuse for why Sir Nealan of Queenscove had just screamed an entire bar into silence
And the uncomfortable position when everyone is staring at you and you want the floor to just swallow you up (all been there... all
done that). After blinking rapidly, he took a swig of his ale, and blurted out a very forced sounding laugh. fortunately everyone
was too drunk to notice the force-ness. The tension broke. Neal grinned. He'd find out-whether he wanted to or not-in the morning.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Morning came. And everyone was forming a massive line outside his room for his famous hangover cure. Infact, that's what woke him.
Neal...this was not going to be a good day.
After taking a few minutes to get dressed and have a shower (leaving the poor hungover outsiders oblivious to the fact he was
awake), he opened the door a crack. 'God damnit, there are even more than they were last time,' he thought. 'I need to make
some more cure.'
So now Neal was making some more hangover cure (and the people outside STILL had no idea he was awake. Yes I know he opened
the door, but if you were that hungover, would you actually notice). Poor poor Neal. .
Yuki (lucky Yuki) woke up when he was making his 3rd batch. She looped her arms around his waist and kissed his ear. For once
Neal is not being called poor. Neal smiled. Those drunkards outside could wait...he let her push him onto the bed...
(Now despite the rating being upped to pg-13, the scene that enfolds here would be ATLEAST NC-17, so I won't write it. I'll just leave
it up to you to imagine it ^_^ )
~*~*~*~*~*~
Now just because no one had noticed Neal did not mean he hadn't been missed. Even Dom in his extreme hungover-ness couldn't
help but wonder just WHERE his cousin was. 'Probably doing something nice with Yuki, leaving all us poor drunkards to suffer.'
He was torn when he heard the unmistakable sound of pleasure coming from the bedroom...
A slightly less hungover Merric had his ear to the door, a bemused/amused expression on his face. He frowned, his head hurt, he wanted
to sleep, he was hungry, he was thirsty, and all Neal was doing was making out with his girlfriend. Needless to say Neal was not in
Merric's-or anyone's-good books. Poor Neal.
~*~*~*~*~*~
By now Neal was feeling slightly hysterical. Yes normally he would have given anything to be sleeping late with Yuki sprawled
on top of him in some ungainly fashion. But when you're worrying about your best friend and your insane cousin being EXECUTED
for treason against the crown (which they had a reputation for), you really get slightly worried. It was not like Neal to get
worried, but the exception proves the rule so they say. (A/N: No, I don't understand it either but oh well). Poor Neal
And then there were the hungover crowd still waiting after an hour for him to administer his dose of hangover cure. Which he
really couldn't be bothered to make right now. Poor Neal was so badly confused.
'What to do, what to do,' he thought, 'I could sneak off without waking Yuki, but then she'll think I stood her up. I could
write her a note telling her, but how would I sneak off without all them alcoholics noticing.' Emerald eyes fell on the window...
An idea was forming in Neal's mind. Had he thought about this carefully he would have found several errors with this plan. But
he was DESPARATE!! Mithros have sympathy on poor Neal.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kel had (wisely) given up hope on ever receiving hangover treatment from Neal, and so had resorted to the more reliable-if-more
expensive-healings of Numair Salmalín. Well, that was just an excuse. In truth she had to ask about the *_THING_* Dun dun DUN
She entered his room. He was up and prating around with some potion Kel would very much like to have nothing to do with. Unfortunately
Keladry of Mindelan had no such luck.
"Oh hello Kel, Dom,"(who really couldn't care where he went he was so bloody hungover) Numair nodded to them in turn.
"Hi. Umm, Numair...does Daine know what we're doing."
"Umm, not exactly." Kel arched a slender eyebrow at this as Numair hurried on, "Well she doesn't have to really, I mean she's
on a posting for the king, (at this point Kel's eyebrow was in danger of disappearing entirely under her hairline) but she knows
I'm making cookies if that's..." he trailed of lamely.
"Umm, Numair, I know you and Kel really want to get the plan, but I really need some hangover cure sharpish...Oh for Mithros'
sake, give it to me." With that noble statement Dom went hunting (well ransacking would be around Numair's room for the almightly
hangover cure.
Kel briefly wondered whether the biggest mistake of her life had been agreeing to be this nutter's lover. She grinned wryly at
Numair who ignored it and went to look for the cook book...
After half an hour looking for the cook book it became doubtless in everyone's mind that.......
IT HAD VANISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Oooh, cliffie.What's with Numair's mysterious potion, will Dom and all the other poor hungover people EVER GET THEIR HANGOVER
CURES, will Neal be poor forever. Find out in the next chapter of Numair's Magic Cookies. But most importantly WHO STOLE THE COOK
BOOK!! I have writers block so you can all (if you want) vote on who stole the cookbook:
Was it:
1) Lord Wyldon
2)Neal
3) Yuki
4) Daine
5) Jon
Please vote!!
~*~*~*~*~
So there you go, chapter 3. I know it's not that good, but bear with me & I should hopefully improve. Please review, (and vote)
and flames or any type of critisism are ofcourse welcome. Believe me I need it ^_^ I'm very very sorry this took so long to get
up but since my sister installed the sims on this computer I've had to bloody well fight for it...and I ofcourse had writers block.
-Charli-san ^_^