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I resist the urge to end this story with a hot threesome. With some difficulty. (So we'll see how far the resistance goes, then.)

I might need someone to look it over and tell me to take the hot threesome out, though. (Disclaimer: I'll probably end the scene before there is an actual menage a trois, though who knows? Right now there are only two people in the room, but even my POV character is predicting a third.) snacky, are you available? Or anyone else who might be interested in 20K of Golden Age warmongering?

*is immediately shunned*

At some point in time I should probably update my web browser from, um, IE 8. I don't like the way IE 9 looks, okay? And I'm not a huge fan of Firefox because my keyboard shortcuts don't work all the time. I'm not sure how I feel about Chrome or Safari. And I like IE. I don't like change, okay?

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So the WIP is tentatively finished and sent off to beta to find out if it hangs together and if I should take out the (heavily implied) threesome. (Hey look! Peter is having sex with women again! Women he's not related to! Shocking.)

Meanwhile I shall tell you what Peter is having for dinner, because writing food is one of my favorite things: There was a bowl of mixed-fish stew, yellow from saffron and with small octopus tentacles, whole shrimp, and mussels still in the shell protruding from the bowl; toasts anointed with garlic and olive oil; grape leaves stuffed with pine nuts, currants, and golden raisins; meatballs made of ground lamb and fragrant with mint; finished off with fried pastry ribbons drenched in a sweet honey syrup and sprinkled with sugar-crusted almonds.

In other words: man, I definitely have to get around to cooking something from the cookbook I took those from. NOM. (Cookbooks are so dual purpose. You can use them as research AND as a cooking tool!)

In other news, I got my hair cut today. It went from being nearly to my waist (small of my back, maybe) to just above my breasts. My HAAAAAAIR.