Not mine Joss
Clem and Sophie walked through the stalls of the Sunnydale Summer Charity Fair, her hand held lovingly in his claw. In her other hand she held the large cuddly toy Count Duckula Clem had won for her on the coconut shy.
"Clem sweetie, can we try the food stalls I'm starting to feel hungry."
"Anything for my Sophie. Lemonade? Cakes? Burgers?"
Sophie shuddered. "God no! Please no! I've seen enough burgers to send me vegetarian. And these might just have some meat in them."
"Sorry baby. How about some delicious cookie goodness? Think I can see some cookie stalls over there."
"Ok sounds yummy, unless there's nuts in them. Allergic."
"We'll demand to know what's in them. No risk to my girl's health."
So they moved to the stall laden with the most heaps and heaps of cookie goodness. The two people running the stall couldn't be seen so big were the heaps of wonderful smelling cookies.
"Clem! I'm putting on weight just breathing them in!"
"Sophie you look lovely. You always look lovely, you know that?"
Just then a head shot up behind the stall. It was two toned. Bleached blond at the ends with brown coming through.
"Clem! Sophie! You do look nice pet. He's right"
"Spike!" From both love-birds.
At this the other head behind the stall popped up. It was a somewhat drained and wasted Willow, luckily wearing her white fluffy wardrobe.
"Willow?" from both Clem and Sophie. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in art therapy classes."
"Atoning" said the redhead.
"Spike?" said his best friend.
"Red here trying to make it up for the whole dark thing. Needed help. Couldn't carry that amount of cookies to the fair by herself. Buffy won't even inhale food with calories in, and the whelp would only eat them himself."
"Spike's been very helpful. And it's in aid of some of the aid workers he met in Africa's charity. So trying the whole goodness, fellow man thing."
"What charity Spike?" asked Sophie, eyeing a chocolate and nut cookie with regret.
"Intermediate technology pet. Helping the poorest people to help themselves, with the right technology for the area. Give 'em the tools and the support, bingo everyone's better off."
"Sounds good. But I don't recognise some of these cookies Spike" said Sophie whose eye had now moved on to some spicy bath buns."
"Umm, those are mine pet. Got a few things to make up meself. So English goodies. Bloody hard too. What's with all this cup of this, stick of that? What's wrong with good old pounds and ounces. Well now grams I suppose now. Bleeding progress!"
"Didn't know you could cook Spike" from a rather surprised Clem.
"Red helped. Downloaded me some Jamie Oliver and Gary Rhodes receipts right off the net. So wanna try some…pukka an everything."
So, after checking for nuts they did.
Clem and Sophie walked through the stalls of the Sunnydale Summer Charity Fair, her hand held lovingly in his claw. In her other hand she held the large cuddly toy Count Duckula Clem had won for her on the coconut shy.
"Clem sweetie, can we try the food stalls I'm starting to feel hungry."
"Anything for my Sophie. Lemonade? Cakes? Burgers?"
Sophie shuddered. "God no! Please no! I've seen enough burgers to send me vegetarian. And these might just have some meat in them."
"Sorry baby. How about some delicious cookie goodness? Think I can see some cookie stalls over there."
"Ok sounds yummy, unless there's nuts in them. Allergic."
"We'll demand to know what's in them. No risk to my girl's health."
So they moved to the stall laden with the most heaps and heaps of cookie goodness. The two people running the stall couldn't be seen so big were the heaps of wonderful smelling cookies.
"Clem! I'm putting on weight just breathing them in!"
"Sophie you look lovely. You always look lovely, you know that?"
Just then a head shot up behind the stall. It was two toned. Bleached blond at the ends with brown coming through.
"Clem! Sophie! You do look nice pet. He's right"
"Spike!" From both love-birds.
At this the other head behind the stall popped up. It was a somewhat drained and wasted Willow, luckily wearing her white fluffy wardrobe.
"Willow?" from both Clem and Sophie. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in art therapy classes."
"Atoning" said the redhead.
"Spike?" said his best friend.
"Red here trying to make it up for the whole dark thing. Needed help. Couldn't carry that amount of cookies to the fair by herself. Buffy won't even inhale food with calories in, and the whelp would only eat them himself."
"Spike's been very helpful. And it's in aid of some of the aid workers he met in Africa's charity. So trying the whole goodness, fellow man thing."
"What charity Spike?" asked Sophie, eyeing a chocolate and nut cookie with regret.
"Intermediate technology pet. Helping the poorest people to help themselves, with the right technology for the area. Give 'em the tools and the support, bingo everyone's better off."
"Sounds good. But I don't recognise some of these cookies Spike" said Sophie whose eye had now moved on to some spicy bath buns."
"Umm, those are mine pet. Got a few things to make up meself. So English goodies. Bloody hard too. What's with all this cup of this, stick of that? What's wrong with good old pounds and ounces. Well now grams I suppose now. Bleeding progress!"
"Didn't know you could cook Spike" from a rather surprised Clem.
"Red helped. Downloaded me some Jamie Oliver and Gary Rhodes receipts right off the net. So wanna try some…pukka an everything."
So, after checking for nuts they did.