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[TheLivvingDoll]

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20 pieces of ginger
50 onions
100 jars of honey

Livvie counted off the inventory outloud, ticking each item off mentally as she did. She was about to undertake the task of Gingerbread men. That meant she had needed to go to market and of course while she was there she may as well pick up everything else she needed. So 1400 gold pieces later she was shoving everything into its perspective slot.

Once everything was put away Livvie stood up and put her hands on her hips. She gazed around the upstairs of the Meadhall and took a deep breath in. The burnt smell and finally worn off from her little tossing escapade. She laughed to herself in memory and started on the task at hand. Dough... sweet dough.. cookie mix..gingerbread cookies. It was a 5 step process and all she had to do was repeat it.

Halfway through her 15th rotation, a WOOPCHOW echoed above.. A PIZZING and a CLAPACK followed that as if something very large and very deadly were going to come crashing through her roof. This sent the two bowls of cookie mix flying into the air and she wasn't quick enough to stop them from coating the tapestry on the wall. Livvie tilted her head and stared as the beautiful red was now covered in beige and tan cookie goo.

Uttering a string of curses that would have made her Father blush Livvie marched out the second floor doors, up the stairs and on to the roof and stopped in her tracks. For there was the King of Stonegate and someone she had ony seen in passing dueling like two little schoolboys with too much testosterone. They were running, ducking, dodging, and bleeding quite happily. Livvie put her hands on her hips. Flustered and debating a good smack upside their heads with her skillet she came back downstairs. When the dueling had hit a semi-low point Livvie settled for yelling at the top of her lungs, "You crash through my kitchen and I will use this skillet on you two instead of that damn wyrm."