driphoney
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places finger on phone hook.
"Let me help"
Dragon sorts fire out and singes an Elfs ass.
Coffee emerges very very quickly from Rolf, carrying a hug urn of it.
Curls up in a warm corner with another plum brandy (yes - the sun IS over the yard-arm).
Here, pour me one, please, while I wave a towel around to clear the smoke. The weather feels like England, so I'll pretend I'm there and it's after noon.