Marian Holroy:
Refreshments sound wonderful, thank you Mr. Harris she smiles, pleased with how well the day was going. New clothes, ukelele and now food, how could life get better?
Once all the packages are wrapped, Charles escorts the group through Lugaash to the Elephant in the Cellar.
While we could go to the Pink Palace it is for a more wealthy clientele and seems mainly there for gambling. And their tea is not as good as the Elephant.
I happened to see an advertisement in the Times this morning for a tea kettle for aironauhts. It had devices on it powered by the wind so by just putting it out the window of the airship, the wind would power the heating elements and heat the water. Do you happen to have one of those on board?
((quoted bit from GM on the Elephant)
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It had character, albeit a strange character. It borrowed from the English design in that the 'ground floor' was the first one you stepped up into, while the 1st floor was the floor above that. What would, in the future, be built as a half-basement was a full basement but only sunk halfway into the ground. Thus, you had a half-flight of stairs going up to the ground floor and a half-flight of stairs going down to the cellar.
It was down in the cellar of a greystone that the tavern was situated. Technically, it was a pub, as it served food as well as drink, but the terms were getting already getting blurred as the new century fast approached.
The decor was a bit Arabian, a lot Indian (tassles and silk batique), and some new technological designs, such as brightly colored steam pipes, shiny brass knobs and fittings, and functionless gears.
And there was the elephant. There really was an elephant in the cellar. It was dead and stuffed, of course, but there it was. Large as life. Larger! The typical topic of conversation was everybody speculating on it was gotten into the basement.
