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<blockquote data-quote="Boddynock" data-source="post: 1971065" data-attributes="member: 21506">&quot;A gimmick, eh? No problem! Step up bubbers, step up - step high and step lively and step up.&quot;Managing with some difficulty to balance shell and ladle in his left hand, Andarin reaches into his pocket with his right and takes out his recorder. Smiling as he puts it to his lips, he pipes a lively tune. &quot;Come now and dance then, my hearties - trip a toe-shuffle to The Lady!&quot;Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the notes of his tune flood out over the party. If a cutter listens carefully she hears that he achieves the effect with fast tongued, repeated notes, rather than florid flourishes and scales. There is, after all, a limit to what a blood can achieve, when he's only using one hand.Frowning at the interruptions to his playing that come with the serving of bub to those revellers who dance to his tune, he glances around and catches a skeg of a stunningly beautiful blood. Seeing her surrounded by a dozen admirers, he grins to himself and boldly strides to stand before her. &quot;Mercy, Lady, I have my hands full and it would be a blessing if you'd help me to play here!&quot; Flashing his best angelic smile, he reaches up and puts the bowl and ladle into her hands, sketches a bow, and then begins to play in a way set to ravish the souls of his hearers.Continually bowing and nodding to his beautiful assistant, and looking wide-eyed and innocent at her irritated admirers, Andarin gradually increases the tempo. He raises the pitch of the party with care - leading not to violence but to delight and abandon. Pausing only to sip from the bowl, and to kiss his fair lady's fingers, he plays on and on, in his element and loving every minute of it.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Boddynock, post: 1971065, member: 21506"] "A gimmick, eh? No problem! Step up bubbers, step up - step high and step lively and step up." Managing with some difficulty to balance shell and ladle in his left hand, Andarin reaches into his pocket with his right and takes out his recorder. Smiling as he puts it to his lips, he pipes a lively tune. "Come now and dance then, my hearties - trip a toe-shuffle to The Lady!" Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the notes of his tune flood out over the party. If a cutter listens carefully she hears that he achieves the effect with fast tongued, repeated notes, rather than florid flourishes and scales. There is, after all, a limit to what a blood can achieve, when he's only using one hand. Frowning at the interruptions to his playing that come with the serving of bub to those revellers who dance to his tune, he glances around and catches a skeg of a stunningly beautiful blood. Seeing her surrounded by a dozen admirers, he grins to himself and boldly strides to stand before her. "Mercy, Lady, I have my hands full and it would be a blessing if you'd help me to play here!" Flashing his best angelic smile, he reaches up and puts the bowl and ladle into her hands, sketches a bow, and then begins to play in a way set to ravish the souls of his hearers. Continually bowing and nodding to his beautiful assistant, and looking wide-eyed and innocent at her irritated admirers, Andarin gradually increases the tempo. He raises the pitch of the party with care - leading not to violence but to delight and abandon. Pausing only to sip from the bowl, and to kiss his fair lady's fingers, he plays on and on, in his element and loving every minute of it. [/QUOTE]

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