[glares at Inigo]
It was like that when I got out here. I’m just trying to hide the evidence.
Hey, wait a minute. Sam & Frodo didn’t need any steenkin’ lawn chairs or beanbag chairs! They sat on the ground like the grubby little hobbits they were.
[looks at wreckage of fence, thinking tigerkitty did that with her bare hands]
umm… but maybe they would have used beanbag chairs if they had some? Yeah, that’s it.
:: starts to pout ::
But I am not a grubby little hobbit. I am a Tiggrkitty who likes her comfortable beanbag chair. You wouldn’t take my chair away would you?
riiiiiiight … 
:: cuts a bit off the flank ::
Hey this d…eeerrr…goat ain’t bad! Yesir, best damn deergoat I ever had. Looks like meat’s back on the menu!
What’s a 1420? Can I try?
Where’s the mulled wine? I don’t want any beer, to be honest.
Hey Ethilrist! Back off of **Tigerkitty ** unless you want us to eat you.
Yea, Ethilrist and Tigerkitty, you two stop fighting … Oh dear, that’s not fighting … :o
Ummm … I’ll just be going to the kitchen and getting another beer now …
:Clothahump wanders in through the open front door, which is hanging by one hinge:
This Lobsang’s place? What’s left of it, anyway?
Good. I’ve got about 40 pounds of brisket, cabrito and dragon steaks out in the trunk. Would somebody gimme a hand carrying them out to the fire pits?
Ummmm…I think there’s too much wood in the fire pits, guys. Should the flames be causing the edge of the roof to smolder like that?
:dubious: Eh?
Please tell me you didn’t.
:: backs slowly away from Inigo ::
Elenia28, a right proper 1420 is the ale of choice for movie night like this. Take this one, I’m off for more. Maybe Kythereia hasn’t finished off the keg yet.
How does one get to this silly island anyway? I got an invite, and I said I would go, though I do not know the way.
sigh
Hey, while we’re waiting for everyone to arrive, what say we play this old Rankin-Bass version of “The Hobbit”?
Ow! Stop throwing things at me! Ow!
I had my share of trouble…first went to the Isle of Wight by mistake–scary place that!
:: puts arm around shoulder with **Ponder Stibbons **, raises Guinness toward the smoking roof ::
“The greeeeeaaaatest adventuuuure…”
Well I’m back.
Anyone want wine?
hmmmmm….some one should tell the neighbors.
darts a quick look at Inigo’s plate
Or not…
:dubious: :eek: 
Now, see, my usual response here would be “I don’t get out very often.”
I seem to be getting the hang of it…
:: absently ::
Well, there’s not a lot of room on the spit with the deergoat…
That isn’t a deergoat and you know it! You are dodging my question!!! You roasted the german shepard didn’t you!
:: starts to cry ::
Huh ?! No! I mean…Ethilrist assures me this deergoat, as we call 'em in the Rocky Mountains, was freely donated to the party fare by the kind folks next door. Here, try some, it’s just scrummy!
:: From inside ::
“The world is changing…”
Nooooooooooo!
:: pushes the plate away and turns towards the house ::
The movie has started!!!
:: grabs her beanbag and runs inside and finds her a spot not blocking anyone else’s view ::
:: wonders how he gets into these situations, heads inside, sets up near the keg ::OK, everybody take a drink whenever they say “The Ring.”
<spooky voice>Seven days</spooky voice>
What?
wanders in with a fishhook hat and waders
looks around
Hey, this ain’t no stinkin’ Life on the River party…
helps himself to a beer and tries to look Orcy
