From: li@Data-IO.COM (Phyllis Rostykus)
Subject: Re: Song of Sixpence - Part Three
Organization: Data I/O Corporation
Date: Sat, 3 Oct 1992 20:24:17 GMT


The bustle of the Place has picked up, and Liralen and David get out of the
way of folks by becoming just Liralen again.  She is tired, the week's been
rather long, including one night spent up 'til midnight putting insulation
in the addition and having to wake at 5am the next morning to help put
together a breakfast at work.  Her eyes are a touch swollen with the
fiberglas dust, and her hands still feel a touch funny after having enough
fiberglas embedded in them to make them glitter.  But all that work is
done.  It's a Friday and there is a touch of quiet contentment in the back
of her expression that no physical irritant like the glas *could* touch.

When the Sprite comes by, Liralen smiles and goes with her.

>Caithelin grins.  She sets the tray down on a table as the -Sprite
>finally captures the illusive Liralen (Aha!  Light finally dawns!)
>and brings her to the table.  Caithelin removes the lid.  It *IS*
>a pizza.  But it still doesn't smell quite right.  It smells like
>blueberries.  The crust is yeasted pizza dough with a sprinkling of
>cinnamon running through it.  The sauce is crushed tomatoes with
>lemon rind, fennel, cinnamon, and a little ginger.  Covering
>the sauce is a thick layer of blueberries and chunks of apples.
>It's topped with bubbly browned mozzarella.  Candles are stuck in
>the bubbling cheese.  

"YOW!!  You *actually* did it!!" says Liralen and hugs Caithelin somewhat
absentmindedly as she goggles the blueberry pizza.  

>Just then Nick comes through the X-window with ...
>
>
>
>             \ ^ /                                          \ ^ /
>             -(,)-                                          -(,)-
>             /|\ \                                          /|\ \
>              | |            ********************            | |
>              | |  **********   For Liralen Li   **********  | |
>              | |**                                        **| |
>             *| |---------------------|----------------------| |*
>            * | |___       X   X     X|   K        K      ___| | *
>           *  | |X  |X  X             | K      K       K |   | |  *
>           *  | |   |                X|o K   K           | K | |  *
>           .*  |----|X    X   X    X  | K            K   |----|  *.
>           H **|______________________|_______K_______________|** Y
>           H   ****        "Looks like soccer to me!"      ****  Y.
>           H      H**********                    **********Y     Y.
>           HH     H       AA ********************PPPPP      Y   Y .
>           H HH   H      A  A       PPPPP        P    P      Y Y  .
>           H   HHHH     A    A      P    P       P    P       YY  .
>           .      H    AAA    A     P    P       PPPPP         Y  .
>           .      H    A  AAAAAA    PPPPP        P             Y  .
>           B           A       A    P            P                .
>           BB                  A    P            P                .
>           B BB                     P                             Y
>           B   B                                                 Y.
>           B BBB  II                                       Y     Y.
>           B  B     III  RRR     TTTTT H    H DDDDD     A   Y   Y .
>           B   B    I    R  RRR    T   H    H D    D   A A   Y Y  .
>            B  B    I    R     R   T   H    H D    D  A   A   YY .
>             BB     I    RRR   R   T   HHHHHH D    D A  AAAA   Y.
>               ...  I    R  RRR    T   H    H D   D  AAA   A ..Y
>                  III    R   R     T   H    H D  D   A  ...A.
>                    III..R    R    T   H    H DDD ...A..
>                         ......R..................
>


Liralen rubs her eyes, and takes another look.  "Good God, it certainly
*does* look like soccer to me..."  She bends close and carefully touches
one of the players.  "Definitely soccer..."

>[  Tee-hee!  Gotcha all, didn't we?!   ... ed.]
>
>And, the Didi-Sprite, still doing her best to restrain Shadow 
>starts the song:
>
>	      Happy Birthday to You!
>
>		       Happy Birthday to You!
>
>			       Happy Birthday, Dear Liralen!
>
>					Happy Birthday to You!


And the birthday girl blushes, and, at the end, there are tears in her
eyes.

>As the singing dies away everyone hears Liralen laughing delightedly
>as Caithelin hands her the first steaming piece of of 'pizza' with a big
>hug.

It's a touch of a trick to keep the pizza from being a *part* of the hug,
but that's half the fun.  And Liralen carefully takes a bite out of the
amazing concoction.  Hot and bubbly and perfect...  "It's PERFECT!" or at
least that's what she *tries* to say.  It probably comes out more like
"MMMMMMMmmmm!"

>Before things can get any more out of hand, Nick Chopper offers
>Liralen a birthday hug and kiss and cuts her the first slice of cake
>after she has blown out the candles.

She smiles at the tinman at the hug, and says softly, "Thank you, Nick.
You've always made this particular place special with your creations and
your kindnesses."

>Shadow meanwhile has conned Didi into releasing him and surreptitiously
>joins Fezzik.  The two dogs try to sneak a piece of the pizza off
>the table.  

>"Wait until it cools, guys.  We'll save you a piece!  I promise!"
>says a happy Caithelin.

Liralen laughs, "You may have to watch Fezzik a little closer than even
Shadow.  Last time we had pizza where he could reach it, he ate half a
large combination..."
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Liralen Li
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