Walkin' the World of Warcraft - Chapter 1 - Walkin' the World of Warcraft
It and look at the stew and sniff at it.
GBL High: Book Three: Chapter One
"oh many many things that made me go 'nawww'" stew giggled, "but mostly he said that you need to get out there. because you have a talent that you should be proud of, and that you should be showing it off."
The Tribe had Always Warred Chapter 3: The Guild
He sets it down at the table, and freja can finally get a good look at it, two rolls, and two bowls of mutton stew. hans says “enjoy" before beginning to eat the meal in silence. freja hesitantly takes a bite from the stew.
Beasts of Burden (Chapter 1)
Wasting no time the boys got stuck into the stew. "this stew is delicious aetos" andre commented, helping himself to a second serving. "i'll say" will added, also reaching over for more. "thank you boys" aetos said smiling.
Brune
He sat at the table cross-legged, pouring the gravy-thick stew into two bowls. a stool was provided for me, and i sat down. the smell of the stew wafted into my nostrils, enticing me, but i needed to do something.
The Persistent Dragon Receives a Letter
Not bad, even for cold stew! minutes passed as jacob ate.
Death Row
He clutched his still aching head as the smells of stew permeated the campsite. it seemed like ages, but thankfully his captor didn't bother speaking to him until he said “stew's ready." head lifting slowly, kisabo looked up.
Kayla: Note from the Teacher
A drakonian stew was tonights choice, and she could only give her pot a happy smile once it was on the plasma stove and simmering.
A Dragon's Tale
The pie wasn't ready, so he poured some stew into bowls, placed them on a tray, and then carried it out to the guests.
The demon I loved
I realized that the pot of stew i left out that morning was boiling. i leaned over and smelled it. not quite how i would have made it, but it smelled good enough. i pulled a bowl over and poured some stew.
I Remember You
>inside your home, you had some potatoes and rabbit meat stewing in your trusty cast iron pot. you were never much of a cook like your mother was, but hopefully it would taste halfway decent.
Cosmo's Needs
"gah, by the skies, there's a noodle in my stew!" cosmo's fantasy was shattered as the far more real risha yelled in alarm. she opened her eyes, finding herself back floating in the stew.