"I meant the herb actually; I'm baking a chicken and need thyme for the seasoning mix. I'll give you a portion of the meal in exchange?"
Her expression seems almost disappointed. "Ah. Well, that's shockingly mundane. Still, I should have some thyme in the kitchen, just a moment."
The door closes. Some time passes and I hear a "Whirrwhirwhir" noise from deep inside her house as blue light leaks from the windows. Still, a minute later she comes back with a small jar full of ground up thyme, ready to use.
"Thank you, miss?"
"Terry, I'm Miss Terry. I'm looking forward to that baked chicken. It was wonderful."
Somewhat confused by my weird but friendly neighbor, I go home and get to cooking.
Goat_To_Space OP t1_j56ng89 wrote
Reply to comment by HaikuBotStalksMe in [WP] When you got the CEO position, you put a sign on your desk identifying you as the Final Boss. Several deranged adventurers later, it's not funny anymore. by Goat_To_Space
It triggering people wasn't the issue, but the sub rules say poems need to be tagged [POEM]. If you repost it with that tag it'll probably be fine.
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