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Wed, Dec 17, 1884 - Morning - Front door of Hijikata House, Curzon Street (Warg3791)

Posted by london_folk on 2007.02.10 at 00:33


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london_folk at 2007-02-10 06:08 (UTC) (Link)

Mrs. Garrick, the Cook (Warg3791)

I'm in the middle of making a late breakfast for the family when someone knocks on the kitchen door. Must be one of the tradesmen with an order for me. I quickly finish up what I am doing, then wipe my hands off on a towel and go to answer it.

As soon as I open it I realize this isn't a typical delivery. "Ah, Mr. Marsh! Come in, come in! I take it one of the young gentleman from Japan has sent the Master something?"

Mr. Marsh enters the kitchen, removing his hat as he does. "Aye, they have. Some sake and some sort of smelly pickles I believe. There's some other things too for the kids I believe. And then there was this thing," he says, setting the wooden box he is carrying down on a cabinet.

I look at it suspiciously as the box begins to squeak. "Well, what is that do you think? Some weird Japanese creature?"

"No, this one would be from Australia actually. The company representative down that way, Mr. Jones, sent it. Thinks it might be the next big thing as far as pets go or some such nonsense."

I sigh. "The Master isn't going to be too happy about that. He was fussing just the other day about having too many animals about the place already."

"Aye, I don't think Mr. Hijikata is going to be amused by it at all, but what can I do? Well, I'd best get the rest of those boxes into the house. Where does he want them, do you think?"

"Oh, probably leave them down here someplace, where the children won't find them."

I go back to my work as Mr. Marsh brings the rest of the boxes into the house. He wishes me a good day as he sets the last one down, then tips his hat and leaves the house. In a few seconds I hear the cart pulling away.

The box on the cabinet squeaks again. I glance at it and sigh. Now what am I supposed to do with that? Shaking my head, I go back to making the breakfast.
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