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Ah--
This is a nostalgic feeling. A dark day with snow falling from the sky. Tinkling and draping itself upon the ground. A glass of hot apple toddy in hand and book in the other.
[He closes his eyes as a familiar voice ring in his alcohol hazed mind. "Edgar--! Get your coat on...! There's new snowfall!" He can here the young woman's voice plain as day, her laughter... her coughing. He smiles lightly and takes another drink. His familiar, the infamous Snallygaster, sat curled up above the recliner Poe was sitting in.]
"Apple Toddy. Two wine glasses of ‘Apple Jack’; one tablespoonful of white sugar; half of a baked apple. Add boiling water and nutmeg. This drink ought never to be made with a suspicion of weakness." Perfect for a cold night such as this. Enjoyed in the company of those you love--
["Edgar-- I feel cold..." A cough in his head, a splatter of dark red and the squeeze of a soft hand. His familiar breathed out a hissing huff. Poe took another, deeper drink.]
...To warm the soul. Well, in any case what sort of stories do you prefer in such weather and times?
This is a nostalgic feeling. A dark day with snow falling from the sky. Tinkling and draping itself upon the ground. A glass of hot apple toddy in hand and book in the other.
[He closes his eyes as a familiar voice ring in his alcohol hazed mind. "Edgar--! Get your coat on...! There's new snowfall!" He can here the young woman's voice plain as day, her laughter... her coughing. He smiles lightly and takes another drink. His familiar, the infamous Snallygaster, sat curled up above the recliner Poe was sitting in.]
"Apple Toddy. Two wine glasses of ‘Apple Jack’; one tablespoonful of white sugar; half of a baked apple. Add boiling water and nutmeg. This drink ought never to be made with a suspicion of weakness." Perfect for a cold night such as this. Enjoyed in the company of those you love--
["Edgar-- I feel cold..." A cough in his head, a splatter of dark red and the squeeze of a soft hand. His familiar breathed out a hissing huff. Poe took another, deeper drink.]
...To warm the soul. Well, in any case what sort of stories do you prefer in such weather and times?