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Who: Datura & Phrike
What: Nightmares + ancient half-mad goddess = soooo much not good
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Outside a little market


As she did most nights, Datura had volunteered to make dinner for herself and her nephew and sister. It made her feel useful, less like she was a crazy lady living in her family's house. She also waved off most attempts to help with the preparations. "Out of my kitchen, out, out!" she said, waving a wooden spoon in what she thought was a threatening manner.

"It's our kitchen, Tante!" Vicodin laughed, grabbing a beer and beating a hasty retreat nonetheless.

"Hush, you," she said, pulling on her coat. "I need to go and get a few things for the main dish, I won't be long."

The market she usually went to had fresh meat delivered in the early afternoon, and she was able to get some excellent stew meat, along with crusty bread, fresh vegetables, and some good red wine. It was going to be a lovely dinner, she was sure of it.