raindrops and splinters

The rain is pouring down in buckets upon buckets, drenching you in a deluge of ice-cold water. You shiver, and continue to pound upon the door of the homey looking cottage. You had been out and about, enjoying the fine day, until this storm sprung on you suddenly. You were completely unprepared for such an adventure, and so you choose to seek refuge in the first house you came to. No one had answered that door however, and so you moved on, pounding on doors until you finally arrived at the one you were at now. Throughout this brief journey through the village you had been getting progressively wetter, and you were sure that some of the less well-kept doors had given you an assortment of splinters in your knocking hand.

No one comes to answer you here either, and you lower your raised hand, dejected and miserable in the pouring rain. As your eyes lower themselves to the cobblestones, they catch upon a small plate which had until now gone unnoticed. It was polished quite lovingly, so even in the spray of raindrops bouncing off the cobblestones you could read the message there. The Biscuitry. Now intrigued, you ponder the simple statement for a moment, eyes closed. A droplet of rain trickles down your head and worms its way down the base of your neck, rolling languidly down your back. You shiver, a quick movement, before making up your mind. You open your eyes, raise your hand to pound upon the door again, and--stop in surprise, blinking stupidly.

There, standing in the now-open doorway--the hinges must be well oiled as you never heard it open-- stands a tall plump figure wearing a clean white apron.

Pretty Lace Apron
The Biscuit Chomby--for that is the species of the plump figure-- beams a gleaming smile from ear to ear as he observes your drenched figure.
Come in, come in! Look at you, out in this weather! You must be soaked. No, please, enter. You enter, slightly bewildered by the large bustling figure.
Wipe your feet on that carpet there, then come sit. Here," the chomby says brightly, thrusting a mug of steaming hot borovan into your hand and pushing you into a chair.

Vanilla Flavored Borovan
You obey, just happy to get your chilled hands around the hot cup of sweet smelling drink. The poofy armchair absorbs your form, letting you sink into its massively stuffed depths.

Plushie Armchair
A plate of homemade biscuits slid onto the low table in front of your shaking knees.
Take one, take one!" the chomby cries exultantly, knowing that their delicious aroma could not be argued against.

Plate of Chocolate Chip Biscuits
Here, I'll just leave you here to warm up and look around shall I?" the chomby asks, bustling away once more. Give me a shout if you need anything, or have any questions, 'kay?"

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all things edible


Chocolate Chip Biscuits	White Chocolate Chip Biscuits

Chokato Biscuits	Melow Biscuits

Snowberry Biscuits	Vanilla Koi Biscuit

Strawberry Koi Biscuit	Cream Fill Chocolate Koi Biscuit

Chocolate Koi Biscuits	Plate of Banana Biscuits

Plate of Grunion Fruit Biscuits	Plate of Lime Biscuits

Plate of Chocolate Chip Biscuits	Chomby Biscuit

Iced Chomby Biscuit	Vanilla Gnorbu Biscuit

Chocolate Xweetok Biscuit	Strawberry Ogrin Biscuits

Peanut Butter Biscuits	Strawberry Draik Biscuit

Strawberry Ruki Biscuits	Grapefruit Biscuits

Biscuit Assortment	Assorted Mini Biscuits