What it might do, however, is provide a slightly more acceptable excuse should she be sick – ie, “She just can’t hold her alcohol – it has nothing to do with the liver, and thus isn’t a direct insult/whatever against the tribe and our honoured dead.”
In theory, anyway. *continues reading to see what happens*
Well, i don’t know it it’s still there, but the old site had, following Digger singing “99 bottles of beer on the wall” a section by Ursula describing Wombat brewing. As well as an alcoholic beer made from roots not to be confused with our root beer and a potato vodka (which brings back a whole bundle of unwelcome memories involving that house party, the potchean freezer-still in the Uni hall of residence, and the paddling pool) Wombats apparently already drink mead, but theirs is made form honey ants and is an acquired taste that flopped in the export market. So Digger should handle this well, given mead is not unknown to her.
I’ve never had mead before, but I’ve heard mixed reports. I know that Neil Gaiman really hates it, and when Neil Gaiman hates something, that generally means you get a lovingly crafted description of just how awful it is.
Meat and Mead. Ahhh that takes me back to “working” at the Renaissance Faire. They had the best mead there. I went out and bought the same brand but somehow it didn’t taste as good.
The mead should make her less likely to hold down the liver if she drinks more than a couple of strong sips of it, but just enough to wash the taste of liver from her mouth may help her cease the need to purge the [awful thing] from her stomach, and as UCVG said, it provides a (small) excuse for if Digger throws up. If she throws up at all, it would probably be pretty bad, but at least the hyenas who don’t want any excuse to kill or excommunicate (and /then/ kill) Digger would have an out to declare Skull Ridges “back in the tribe”.
BunnyRock; yes, the section about wombat brewing is still there, and so is your comment. I’m laughing all over again at being reminded. Boneclaw Mother’s influence probably isn’t helping the case. And I try to do it all quiet-like because I’m the last person awake and it might be awkward if I wake them all up with intense laughter.
And I’ve always thought mead sounded like a waste of totally good honey. But then, I think that about most alcoholic beverages. At least mead has a cool mythological backstory.
A meal of meat and mead. Nice alliteration.
“Couldn’t hurt.” OMGno. Fermented honey and liver. Ulp!
What it might do, however, is provide a slightly more acceptable excuse should she be sick – ie, “She just can’t hold her alcohol – it has nothing to do with the liver, and thus isn’t a direct insult/whatever against the tribe and our honoured dead.”
In theory, anyway. *continues reading to see what happens*
Well, i don’t know it it’s still there, but the old site had, following Digger singing “99 bottles of beer on the wall” a section by Ursula describing Wombat brewing. As well as an alcoholic beer made from roots not to be confused with our root beer and a potato vodka (which brings back a whole bundle of unwelcome memories involving that house party, the potchean freezer-still in the Uni hall of residence, and the paddling pool) Wombats apparently already drink mead, but theirs is made form honey ants and is an acquired taste that flopped in the export market. So Digger should handle this well, given mead is not unknown to her.
mmm … mead …
(Good stuff! If properly brewed, of course … )
🙂
I’ve never had mead before, but I’ve heard mixed reports. I know that Neil Gaiman really hates it, and when Neil Gaiman hates something, that generally means you get a lovingly crafted description of just how awful it is.
Mead is an alcoholic drink. The Hag said Digger shouldn’t drink alcohol. :O 8) Oh well, his problem.
Sorry! *HER* Problem.
I was quite fond of mead in my yoof; haven’t tasted it in years, though, and suspect I might not like it now.
Meat and Mead. Ahhh that takes me back to “working” at the Renaissance Faire. They had the best mead there. I went out and bought the same brand but somehow it didn’t taste as good.
Huzzah!
@BunnyRock: Aphid, no? Not honey ant.
The mead should make her less likely to hold down the liver if she drinks more than a couple of strong sips of it, but just enough to wash the taste of liver from her mouth may help her cease the need to purge the [awful thing] from her stomach, and as UCVG said, it provides a (small) excuse for if Digger throws up. If she throws up at all, it would probably be pretty bad, but at least the hyenas who don’t want any excuse to kill or excommunicate (and /then/ kill) Digger would have an out to declare Skull Ridges “back in the tribe”.
Mother of Moles = Son of a Bitch, perhaps?
BunnyRock; yes, the section about wombat brewing is still there, and so is your comment. I’m laughing all over again at being reminded. Boneclaw Mother’s influence probably isn’t helping the case. And I try to do it all quiet-like because I’m the last person awake and it might be awkward if I wake them all up with intense laughter.
And I’ve always thought mead sounded like a waste of totally good honey. But then, I think that about most alcoholic beverages. At least mead has a cool mythological backstory.
@Joshua – Or perhaps the wombat equivalent of “Mother of God”, given their general apathy for the divine.
“No se te quita, pero se te olvida” (translated as it won’t take it (the unpleseantness) from you but it will make you forget it 😛