<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uHaKOQK.jpg)</div>Name: Helen Kochild<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/>Location: Garden<br/>Tagging: Open<br/>Notes:Morning time problems<br/><hr/><br/>There were many fine dishes that could be made with Apples.  All well suited to a picnic.  The bear had at least seen to that small mercy.  So Helen rolled invisible sleeves up, grabbed a basket, and began to pick apples.  She leapt.  She spun.  She danced.  She climbed.  She was the best damned apple picker this side of.  Where did apples grow?<br/><br/>Helen paused as she pondered that.  Her basket laden with the finest Apples she had ever picked.  She hefted the basket to make sure there were enough for a proper picnic.  For Apple Pie, Apple Cobbler, Apple Sauce, maybe a Salad, certainly some Apple Slices!  Maybe a caramel covered apple!  Satisfied, she turned to head for the kitchen.  She couldn't trust the other cretins with her Apples.<br/><br/>At 2017-05-25 23:35:30, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d6 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103499)<br/>(6)(3) = 18