Filed under: Food Crimes & Forgiveness
Location: Brighton Both¡n
Date: Friday, Just Before the Crickets Began
Purrporter: Inkwell Tabbins, Esq. (for the local Rag )
Headline:
️ Wharf to Table: A Gooseberry Affair Ends in Crumbs and Camaraderie
Transcript of the Day’s Events:
At precisely the stroke of “late afternoon-ish, a gathering of fairyfolk convened in the warm belly of Brighton Both¡n. Purpose: pie justice.
Maeve (the baker, not the badger) entered with calm fury and her long wooden spoon, its knot worn smooth by decades of stirrings both culinary and moral.
The accused”Brighton’s own Sib & Rilla Dripwing”stood nervously beside a display of apology custards and a sign reading:
“No Spells, Just Forks.
Witnesses circled. Tansy Bitterwhistle raised her brow like a verdict. The Callagain Sisters arrived separately, still refusing to sit on the same toadstool.
» The Fowler Orchestra, led by the newly introduced Kristo/a String, began a tune titled “An Oversweet Misunderstanding in G Minor.
After a tense moment, Maeve tasted the custard. She tapped her spoon thrice on the hearthstone, nodded solemnly, and declared:
"Let there be peace”and may next time you knock before thieving."
A single napkin was raised in truce. Applause broke out. The pie, or what remained of it, was ceremoniously shared.
Conclusion:
The first-ever Reconciliation Tea at Brighton Both¡n ended not in banishment or bewitchment”but in burps and second helpings.
Addendum:
Rumors now swirl of a “Forks of Intention baking contest next quarter moon. Official entries to be left in the Wishing Line postbox, tied with yellow ribbon.
Filed in good faith, crumb-dusted, and entirely legible,
”Inkwell Tabbins, Local Purrporter
(“Where there's pie, there's a paper trail.)
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