“I am desperate for a HAVEN – do you think we COULD find one?” Sara spoke, lifting her head up. She had been bent over, morosely stirring her SOUPY mashed potatoes. I sighed. Sara folded over her plate again like a crumpled leaf. I decide to make another attempt at shifting her mood. “Sorry about that mess, Sara. I just couldn’t focus in the kitchen tonight. But come, sinking deeper into this melancholy won’t help. Let’s ROUST ourselves out of this torpor, put on our thinking caps and see what we can figure out.” Sara lifted her head, then her spoon, a tired and slightly twisted smile beginning to appear. “Okay… If I agree to JOUST with my demons,” taking a stab with her spoon as if it were a lance aimed at her opponent’s heart, “will you order a pizza? I am starving and these potatoes are really pathetic.”

Georg’ann

“To start each round the facilitator will sound the CHIME. At that time you must put down your QUART, whether or not you have finished your ale, pick up your lance and stand alert until the second chime, at which point you begin in earnest.
We look forward to watching you FLOUT your skills, the flourishes you add to your JOUST will be noted to enhance your score.
Let the games begin.”

Heather