Veranda Incognita, Home of the Waverlys

[Ophiuchi]

It was harvest time around Port Canaria.. Reggie's favorite time of year to be home.

The air was permeated with the sounds and aromas of harvest. Coffee beans roasting to a dark oily brown provided the base note to the heady perfume, followed by the middle note of sweet, pungent Kallisti Gold from the drying sheds.

The top note was his pride and joy.. the fully organic, mild and smooth aroma of tobacco, separated into two sheds, one for the tobacco itself, and one for the large "wrapper" leaves, the hallmark of "Canaria Cheroots".

The only authentic touch Reggie had not incorporated was a line of dusky Hispanic women, rolling the cheroots on shapely, glistening thighs.. one can only go so far..

Gallic tobacco was all the rage in Sirius. Reggie found the product harsh and lacking in consistency; but he was resigned to the basic economic fact that one could gild a turd, and find buyers for it. So it goes.

Yes, if they could find a way to bottle this particular perfume, Waverly LLC would be well on its way to its 6th Billion.

He heard the squeak of the screen door behind him. One delicate yet deadly hand rested gently on his shoulder, while the other placed a fresh cup of dark roast on the small wicker table next to his rocker.

"It's good t' have ye home fer a change, ye scoundrel!" Moira's tone was belied by the soft caress of her hair against his face as she bent to kiss his neck.

"And home I shall stay until time for Mal's crazy Festival, Moira. I have missed you immensely." He rose, and placing an arm around her slender waste, guided her back towards the Veranda's interior.

"Why, ye randy bugger! Maybe I should get ye some o' them dusky "tabaccanistas" afore ye wear me right out!"

(Fade to discreet black....)

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



<span style="color:#66CCCC">Sophie's on the Square * Veranda Incognita</span>