The romantic Piano

[WTylerBogard]

Set in the galaxy of Enthera, in the town of Nalith lies a castle. In this castle, there is an outdoor lounge where in the very center of a rotunda of booths and tables is a lush garden. In the center of the garden is a magical piano that plays romantic tunes via request.

(Use your imagination or go to your favorite music website for the actual songs requested)

Along a stone path, there is a lone waiter who serves drinks and food from his castle. There is no beef, pork, or chicken, but there is fish and vegetables and soup. Think of this place as the ultimate fish and chips restaurant.

We are accepting new waiters and waitresses if interested, but prefer customers.  

[Terrance_Nicolas_Bogard]

As the sun rose over Nalith, Terry caught sight of the wintery scenery around him. The glorious fountain in the center of town, the many shops with their shutters closed, and in the distance, a stone path leading to a lush enchanted forest.

Terry passed the fountain where now in the northwest corner of town was the castle where he was headed.

Like most of the buildings, the castle had a medieval look to it, save for no moat or drawbridge. It was made of a grey stone for the most part, redwood for the door combined with some iron handles, and it had oak shuttered windows. He had to wonder how cold was this place in that castle, did one have to wear winter jackets while inside?

The garden where the romantic piano was, was located beside the castle on the left. It was quite large, this garden was, and there was fresh produce growing in the garden too. Everything about this place was about nature and the beauty that nature brought when it wasn't stinking of animal waste. It did smell earthy, but not like crap.

Finding a seat close to an ivy hedge that served as a wall to protect the one edge of the forest, Terry opened up the menu. The breakfast included toast with the selection of either peanut butter or jam. The jam flavor had selections too. There was blueberry, raspberry, strawberry, or blackberry. One could even make it a combo and then if one did that, there would be a deal that went with it. One got a plate of apple slices with cinnamon on them if they did the PB and J toast. There wasn't much else for the breakfast other than the option of cheese spread toast. There were options of what type of bread. Terry had to smirk with how different this was than back home. All nature based, no harming animals. That would explain why there wasn't eggs or bacon on the menu. And while bread did include eggs to be made, I bet these eggs were not animal eggs, but some sort of substitute. Maybe it worked differently here with how the selection of eggs were made.

Terry could reason that if the eggs were not fertilized by a rooster or a male bird, then there would be no animals harmed. In light of this, Terry decided he would have the PB and J toast where the bread would be wheat based loaf slice style. The jam flavor would be strawberry. For a drink, he chose orange juice.

The one familiar thing that he noticed about this garden and back home was that for the morning, the food is made via a machine or a variety of machines. There was a chute hanging over his table, which seemed to ruin the nature's beauty theme, a computer in the center of the table to select what one wanted along with payment options. There were many currencies to pay with, including burps. Terry chuckled when he saw that one. Dee would love that. But then, in some cultures, burping after eating was a compliment and it was returning to the nature theme. For burping was a body's natural way of digestion. He was somewhat glad that farting wasn't an option of payment. Even though farting is also a body's natural way of digestion, the reason a fart happens after eating is not so appetizing.

Terry did not have to wait long for his food, and he enjoyed some birds chirping in the distance along with the sound of the Entheran ocean as he ate.  

[empress dee]

Noel, an ice elf, better known as one of Santa's little helpers was aimlessly walking around the town of Nalith whistling the tune of Jingle bells to himself. When he became close enough to the Romantic Piano restaurant, he could not help but notice that the eatery had a customer. One who was dining alone.

"Well that's no good. Nobody should be eating by themselves," he said aloud to nobody in particular. "Time to change that."

As if on cue, Noel's tiny tummy began to rumble. Blushing, Noel made his way to Terry's table and without invitation, sat down. "Howdy, stranger!" He exclaimed merrily.