#brewer's supplies

[dndtreasury]

Brewing Supplies by Toolcraft

#toolcraft #brewer's supplies #crafting #drinks #drinking #good #tools #downtime

[askheartlift]

Lactation Cookies Recipe These delicious lactation cookies feature brewer's yeast, wheat germ, flax seeds, and oats to help support milk production for breastfeeding mothers.

#brewer #milk supply #ingredients #cookies #yeast

[cryptotheism]

The "potion-crafter" archetype of alchemist used in fantasy is often, like, an independent chemist that works off commission or sales to create fireball elixirs or exorcism salves. Is there a grain of truth, there? Did alchemists in any period you studied make a living by synthesizing magical items (like panaceas or DIY-chrysopoeia-kits or somesuch) and selling them on to any willing customer, or was that not really in their domain?

Ha! You know sometimes it can be a bit annoying answering asks like this, because most fantasy media isn t terribly interested in authentically representing history, BUT THIS TIME I can give y'all a specific and direct answer!

The archetype of the potion-crafter you're talking about almost definitely has its roots in an actual pre-paracelcian european medical profession; the Apothecary.

There were three types of doctors in the 1500s. There were diagnosticians, the people who went to school to learn about anatomy, and were allowed to call themselves "doctor." There were surgeons, the low-skilled workers who were in charge of hacking off limbs and draining bedpans. And there were apothecaries, basically the medieval equivalent of a pharmacist.

If you were a wealthy merchant, and you went to a doctor for your runny nose, he would look you over, and give you a prescription that you were supposed to take down to your local apothecary, so you could buy a potion from them.

But these prescriptions weren't exactly strict. A doctor might prescribe you an exact list of ingredients with the amounts, or he might just prescribe you "a healing ungent of cooling and drying herbs." So the apothecaries occasionally had some wiggle room based on supplies and expertise.

The important thing to remember, is that apothecaries were NOT considered magicians or alchemists.

That is, until Paracelsus came along.

See, good ol' Paracelsus was a radical innovator. He was one of the first physicians in history to be all three types of doctor at once. He was a diagnostician, a surgeon, and an apothecary. He argued that all doctors should have knowledge of their entire profession, and that no doctor was above suturing their patients wounds, and mixing their patients medicines.

He was also, crucially, an alchemist and a magician.

Alchemy was the cutting edge of technology for the time, a practice regarded with equal parts awe and suspicion, but it was more the realm of glassblowers and metallurgists than doctors or botanists. Paracelsus disagreed. He argued that if it's part of God's creation, it should be used to heal the human body.

This extended to magic. Paracelsus figured that you had to factor in things like "the movement of the planets and their influence on the earth." And he was known for prescribing patients things like "astral talismans to be worn about the neck." A practice that, even for his time, was often seen as backwards and superstitious. (Although given how harmful medieval medicine was, the astral talismans might have been your best option sometimes.)

Paracelsus was a radical. People fucking hated him, especially when he was alive. But his ideas were extremely influential, and exploded in popularity after his death in 1541. I can confidently say that the fantasy archetype of the Potion Brewer is based on Paracelcian physicians, the doctor/alchemist/apothecary/magicians who followed his theories.

Here I'll link my Patreon if y'all wanna support my research! I have a whole section on Paracelsus.

#occult #alchemy #paracelsus

[lightprojectsltd]

Desserts - Oatmeal Cookie - Lactation Cookies

#Brewer's yeast #wheat germ #flax seeds #and oats are included in these delectable lactation cookies to support milk production in nursing mothers. lactation cookies #brewer #husbands #milk supply #breastfeeding mothers #ingredients

[netherworldpost]

I made a comment about monster economies on a math post. Here are some notes!

ELVES Elven economies are measured in millennia, so investing advice gets skewed over glacial periods. The main benefit is the power of compounding interest, the drawback is a fear to begin.

Decades, centuries, pass and fortunes are eroded due to inflation or outright literal rot, elves preferring flora-based money over gems and metal coins, in many communities.

Incredibly fertile farmland is available and considered a safe investment, though there are always concerns from overfarming.

DWARVES Dwarven economies work differently. If you have it, use it to build. If you don't have it, work harder.

The latter is actually terrible advice and many economists are trying to help dwarven communities open up when there are needs.

To be clear: any dwarf who needs help can get it, the community would rather collectively shave their beards off than one of their own go hungry or cold in the elements. The "asking for help" is the poisoned thing.

DRAGONS Given their long lives, incredible might, and well-stocked well-trapped lairs, dragons are often seen as an economy themselves.

Clever dragons use this to their advantage and offer financial services to local realms, adding to their hoard and offering protective services (for a fee, of course).

Withdraw requests are difficult to negotiate.

HALFLINGS A delicious economy difficult to quantify, as it is largely seasonal. Fruit and vegetables in warm months, grown and harvested. Firewood, pies, and pipe fill in the cold months, relished and enjoyed.

Most produce most of what they, themselves and their homes, need.

Spare time is spent relaxing, toasting drinks, telling stories, dancing. Spare supplies are traded about each other, so the talented brewer (whom is a bit sparse in the ways of potato farming) and the candlestick maker (whom themselves is a bit wary of the work necessary to harvest firewood), and the forester (keen and quick with an axe to a dead tree or overgrowth) all have larders stocked fully.

[scfrozenover]

It's the last day of reveals! We hope you've enjoyed all the wonderful holiday fics so far, and here are a few more tasty treats!

Creator reveals will begin one week from today (12/30)!

*❄️*

DAY SIX REVEALS

Merry Christmas, David Rose

[David/Patrick, E, 14,031 words]

He doesn’t have any intention of staying in Schitt’s Creek, he knows it’s a stepping stone on his path to, hopefully, something better for him.

And he can’t imagine working here for too long: a shopping mall named Pa-Ray-dise, for a ridiculous man that insists on using his face as a marketing strategy –despite Alexis’ best efforts.

He exhales and looks at the people closing their stores and getting ready to go home. In front of him, on the lower floor, he observes how Alexis’ brother closes the store he works in and starts rolling a scarf around his neck as he walks towards the exit. The thought that he’s beautiful surprises Patrick, who’s never thought about a man on those terms before. But he is. Jet black hair, perfectly coiffed, long lean legs, a strong upper body wrapped in an expensive looking coat…

David. His name is David, his brain supplies.

Patrick watches him leave, feeling unsettled by the sudden impulse to follow the man, and a strange sensation unexpectedly lodged on his gut.

*❄️*

A Cold Winter's Night

[David/Patrick, T, 5,148 words]

They fell asleep not long after sliding between the covers, Patrick spooning David, as they often did, already dreaming of the white Christmas he hoped they’d wake up to, and the prospect of sharing more Brewer holiday traditions with his husband in the morning.

What he didn’t expect was to wake up in the wee hours of the morning with chattering teeth and David clinging to him like a koala bear, not to mention a distinct chill in the air that was most definitely not right.

*❄️*

Johnny on the Spot

[David/Patrick, G, 3,727 words]

Patrick and David visit the Brewers for Christmas for the first time since Patrick has moved to Schitt's Creek.

*❄️*

we'll take a cup of kindness yet

[David & Rachel, G, 1,945 words]

He hasn’t actually seen Rachel since that fateful day at the motel. She didn’t come to the wedding, though she was invited. He knows that she and Patrick have been talking more and more, trying to work their way across the crevasse of time and history to becoming what they always should have been, which is best friends. David’s interactions with her have been minimal, though, and he definitely wasn’t expecting to see her here—he doesn’t do well with surprises, especially when that surprise is his husband’s ex-fiancée looking at mediocre cheese.

David runs into Rachel while on an errand for Marcy and it's definitely not weird at all.

*❄️*

[podfic] Friends and Family Night

[Stevie/Twyla, G, 17:01]

“I want to meet Twyla,” David said as he plopped into a seat next to Stevie’s desk. She raised her eyebrows at him in what she hoped was a very clear ‘no.’

~

Aka, the Score adjacent fic where David wants to meet Stevie's girlfriend Twyla.

 *❄️*

CREATORS: If your works were released today, please don’t forget to update your posting date!

#schitt's creek #scfrozenover #patrick brewer #david rose #stevie budd #twyla sands #sc fanworks #sc fanfic #schitts creek #sc frozenover #sc podfic

[tegu-the-tegu]

Flavoured Artificer Concepts

Artificer is by FAR my favourite class in Dungeons and Dragons, primarily for how customisable they can be with regards to their flavour; because of the ability to cast through any tools you are proficient in, it gives a LOT of range to how your magic works. As such, I will put some ideas I have had to build unique Artificers.

An Artillerist that uses woodworking to carve totems; they are flavoured as a tribal shaman that summons the spirits of magical creatures to aid in battle. Their flamethrower turret conjures a dragon spirit to burn their foes, their protector turret calls the spirit of a unicorn to protect the virtuous, and their ballista invokes a manticore spirit to pepper distant foes with spikes. Their other spells can also be flavoured this way, such as Thunderwave being flavoured as an Aerosaur spirit emerging from a totem and flapping its wings to blow enemies away!

A Battlesmith that uses leatherworking to create a horrific stitched Frankenstein's monster for their steel defender. Every time they kill things, they skin the corpses to repair their hideous flesh monster. Or, if you prefer, you could stick with the shamanistic theme from the Artillerist entry, and use leatherworking to maintain the pelt of the first wolf you killed; its spirit inhabits that pelt, and defends you to this day!

An Alchemist that uses chef's tools to create supernaturally delicious food that cures illnesses and grants supernatural abilities. I have actually played this, he used brewers supplies to create caustic acidic drinks, had peppers so hot that it made your breath ignite to cast fire spells, and he would spray sticky toffee over the area for web. He would make food puns, and was named Guido Fiero.

An Armorer that uses jeweller's tools to create bling that imbues them with magical powers. A circlet that grants a force field, a ring that shoots lightning, a pair of bracelets that create thunderous shockwaves when brought together. Then, when you hit level 9, you can have distinct infusion tied to each one! A circlet or diadem or whatever for head armour, necklace for chest armour, anklets for boots, and bracelets or rings for the weapon! Perfect for a wealthy nobleman artificer who wants to broadcast their glamorous lifestyle.

There are loads of other things you can do with each tool proficiency, and it's a shame that the class is so easily pigeonholed into "The Tech Class". Not to say I don't like the gnomish tinker that creates fantastical and crazy gizmos to mimic magical effects. Hell, my character in the campaign I'm not DMing is exactly that, an autognome (Flavoured to look like a normal gnome in the face, so they appear normal when wearing their clothes) that woke up one day in a tinker's lab next to his deceased creator, and then left to try and find a purpose in the world. He has an insect motif, so all of his spells and things are flavoured as small clockwork insects he makes.

But the point is, while that's a staple of the Artificer class fantasy, there are loads of other ideas to flavour it! A calligrapher that writes arcane runes in the air, a potter with a terracotta soldier for a steel defender, a weaver that knits arcane circles, a painter whose drawings become magical effects, a glassblower whose glass figurines come to life, I can't think of one for cartographer's tools, but I bet there is a dope idea in there somewhere!

Even as I mentioned before with leatherworking, you can have the exact same class, the exact same subclass, and the exact same tool, and STILL have wildly different flavour! One is Doctor Frankenstein, the other is a mystical shaman with a spirit guide!

Anyway, that's today's rambling. I would also do a thing on subclasses the Artificer could have, given they only have four, but that's a whole other rant. Besides, this is already a thesis.

#dnd artificer #dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #d&d #dnd #d&d 5e #I don't actually know what I'm meant to do for tags #I'm new here. #Still figuring it all out

[lilgoatgal]

I drew a thing.

I think that in wof, there would be 4 kingdoms that produce different forms of intoxicants.

Skywings would make wines, cause of they're fancy lifestyles and mountainous territory.

Rainwings would supply hallucinogenics, such as mushrooms and fermented fruit. It also makes sense culturally for the rainwings because of their relaxed lifestyles.

Sandwings would have a stake in tobacco farming, using the desert's oases to grow and cultivate the plant, as well as hookah pipes, since sandwings are known for their pottery skills.

And Icewings would be beer brewers, though I imagine it would, at least in Icewing culture, be seen as a peasants drink. Something the everyday Joe brews and drinks, as opposed to the uptight rigid Icewing aristocracy.

#art #artists on tumblr #small artist #digital aritst #digital art #digital illustration #wings of fire #wof #wof art #doodle #wof thoughts #sandwing #rainwing #skywing #icewing

[blackswaneuroparedux]

There are some things so serious that you have to laugh at them.

- Niels Bohr

One of the great stories in science is that Carlsberg Brewery offered Niels Bohr a lifetime supply of unlimited beer.

Niels Bohr, a Danish physicist who made fundamental contributions to understanding atomic structure and quantum theory, was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1922. In honour of his achievements, it was believed that Carlsberg Brewery offered him a gift: a house located next to the brewery.

One of the benefits of this house was a direct pipeline from the brewery to the house, effectively providing Niels Bohr with free and unlimited beer for life. This story reflects both the respect and admiration that Bohr had in his home country and the strong links that often existed between brewers and the communities they served.

The story continues to be popular as it combines two things people often find fascinating: groundbreaking science and beer. Except it’s a bit of an urban legend.

According to Dr. Christian Joas, director of the Niels Bohr Archives and an associate professor in the Department of Scientific Education at the University of Copenhagen, the story has been exaggerated.

Niels Bohr moved into the honorary Carlsberg residence in 1932, which was originally built for Jacob Christian Jacobsen, the founder of the Carlsberg brewery. The house was not given to Bohr, as it is said in the urban legend, but he had the right to use it for life. There is another anecdote about that rent in beer. Namely, after moving into the house near Niels Bohr, a representative of the brewery stopped by and asked him how many beers a day he wanted to be delivered to him. Bohr said: 12, thinking of bottles, but the brewery started delivering 12 crates a day to him and that lasted for a while until the misunderstanding was corrected.

#bohr #niels bohr #quote #physics #physicist #beer #carlsberg #legend #noebl prize #science #scientist #drink #drinking

[briarpatch-kids]

Aaaaaaaaaaa. I went to the brewers supply store today, and there are two of them in my area. One is basically a bar that happens to sell brewing supplies and the other one is a brewery supply that happens to also have a bar inside.

Let's just say I chose poorly and nearly had a panic attack from the noise and they didn't even have everything I needed.

#tay dont look #alcohol #i just want to make root beer stop being shit faced at 4pm on a thursday

[portraitsofsaints]

Saint Arnold of Soissons

1040-1087

Feast Day: August 14

Patronage: brewers, hop pickers, millers, music, to find lost articles

Saint Arnold (Arnulf) of Soissons had been a career soldier before he became a Benedictine hermit at the Abby of St. Medard in Soissons, France, where he reluctantly accepted the role of Abbot. When the abbey changed bishops, St. Arnold founded another abbey, St.Peter in Oudenburg, Flanders. It was here that he enthusiastically brewed a low alcohol beer that even protected the locals from the plague (from the bad pathogens in the water.) Once when the abbey roof collapsed and destroyed the stored beer, he prayed that the supply be restored, which happily it was.

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase here: (website)

#St Arnold of Soisson #beer #saint for beer makers #craft beer #catholic saints

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨!⁠ Hit the link in my story today for this new bard subclass! Exclusively for $5+ supporters as part of their pledge, included with the art, cards, compendiums, and other bonuses that they receive!⁠ ⁠ Bards of this college see alchemy as a dance between the elements of the world. It’s not bound by the rules of chemistry, and while it can be learned through dedication and study, it can also be felt and intuited by those with a knack for it. Some of these bards go so far as to sing to their alchemical projects, convincing the elements within to simply become something else of their own volition. While most of the College of Alchemy are alchemists by trade, many others are brewers, cooks, or pharmacists. Regardless of their trades, these unusual alchemical savants bend music, magic, and the elements to their will to convert one to another in seamless harmony.⁠ ⁠ • Become a savant with alchemical tools, or even brewer's supplies or cook's utensils!⁠ • Create special alchemist's fires that explode upon impact! You can even convert these explosives to use other elements to unique effect, like air, earth, or water!⁠ • Mix spellcraft with potion-making to share your magic on demand with your allies.⁠ ⁠ Since not all subclasses are tied to a specific setting in Saddlebag Year 5, consider the following pre-existing settings to align this with.⁠ ⁠ • Antronec⁠ • Cards and Caravans⁠ • Feasts, Festivals, and Taverns⁠ • Orostead Have fun with this explosive subclass, heroes! ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

#illustration #digital art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d

[haggishlyhagging]

Women were also regularly employed in brewing, at least as much as men. Medieval peasants drank rather a lot of small (or low-alcohol) beer and ale. In the tenth-century Alfric's Colloguy, which records theoretical dialogues between a teacher and his students, one young man states, "I drink ale, usually, if I drink at all, and water if I have no ale. . . . I am not rich enough to be able to buy myself wine: Wine is not a drink for boys or fools but for old men and wise men." By the late medieval period, in brewing centers such as České Budejovice, from whence the name Budweiser comes, beer was being made on a large enough scale that it was being exported to Bavaria.

Medieval people desired to drink beer and ale not because water was unsafe, but because farmwork is extremely hard. Small beer and ale added additional calories to their daily uptake in an enjoyable way. Although the wealthy were probably able to procure professionally made and imported beers, most people, especially in the earlier medieval period, made their own ale or bought it from nearby producers. Ale was brewed primarily from barley and did not include the hops of beer, which meant it could not be stored for long before going off. As such, those who wanted ale had to be constantly brewing it to ensure a steady supply, making brewing a very common cottage industry. Women who brewed for their families would often brew excess for sale, allowing them to bring in a bit of money. Because brewing was a craft that could be learned at home, women could be employed as brewers in larger commercial breweries.

We find women in the brewing trade consistently: records show them paying taxes on their gains from brewing, and registering with the authorities who oversaw standards. When someone performed below these standards, they were frequently written up, so we can find the women who were not meeting them. The Durham Court Rolls from 1365 record that Agnes Postell and Alice de Belasis were fined twelve denarii for selling bad ale, about the equivalent of two days' work for a skilled craftsman. Similarly Alice de Belasis was separately fined two shillings, or the equivalent of five days wages, for poor-quality ale, which a court proved had no strength at all. Punishments for brewing bad ale could range from fines to ritualized humiliation. In England, the Domesday Book first recorded the use of the cucking stool (which would become the ducking stool in the early modern period) in Chester to punish those who sold bad ale or ale in incorrect measures. They would be forced to sit in a chair out side their home and be jeered at by locals. Fourteenth-century Scottish laws noted that any alewife who made "evil ale" was either fined "eight shillings" or placed in the cucking stool, a nod to women as the primary brewers in the region who could face the largely gendered humiliation as a result.

We also learn of women in the brewing profession through records of accidents. For example, one coroner's roll indicates that at around noon on October 2, 1270, Amice Belamy was carrying a tub full of gruit, an agent for flavoring ale, with Sibyl Bonchevaler at her work in Lady Juliana de Beauchamp's brewhouse in Staple, Eaton Socon. As they went to dump the gruit into the boiling vat of beer, Amice slipped and fell into it and was trapped by the tub that fell on top of her. "Sibyl immediately jumped towards her, dragged her from the vat and shouted; the household came and found her scalded almost to death. She was given the last rites of the church and died on the day following. This harrowing story reminds us what a physically tasking and dangerous job brewing, especially in large quantities, could be.

This episode is also interesting because the two women were working for another woman, and a lady at that, Juliana de Beauchamp. Brewing was commonly associated with women across class lines, since the brewhouse is listed as belonging to the Lady Juliana. All in all, during these years a woman was just as likely to be brewing ale as a man, if not more likely in some instances.

-Eleanor Janega, The Once and Future Sex: Going Medieval on Women’s Roles in Society

#eleanor janega #medieval history #womens history #history of brewing #brewsters

[icbrothers]

Here's insta poll character number three...

Tai - Level 6 Monk - Kenku HP 24 - Chaotic Good - Entertainer background

STR 9 (-1) DEX 14 (+2) CON 11 (+0) INT 10 (+0) WIS 13 (+1) CHA 9 (-1)

Tai might not be the strongest monk, but he has a heart of gold underneath the flamboyant clothing, feathers, and the smell of booze. An entertainer by trade, Tai has spent his life hopping from one travelling troupe to another, using his mimicry skills to perform epic tales, and serenading beautiful ladies with his trusty pipa. He also claims to be a close confidant and friend to Lady Xīn Yán - but who can say if that's true, with all the tall tales he tells. Whilst Kenku are not always welcome guests, Tai works hard to bring a bit of fun and levity to the small village taverns he visits. A monk specialising in the Way of the Drunken Master, Tai is always ready to defend someone in need, using his small frame and tipsy sway to confuse and neutralise his combatants. He is never cruel though, and his fights often prompt delighted applause and laughter from nearby patrons, rather than fear. Tai's current troupe are travelling to a small village on the edge of a supposedly haunted forest, and he is excited to gather inspiration for his stories...

Proficiencies: History, Insight, Deception, Sleight of hand, Acrobatics, Performance, disguise kits, lutes, calligrapher's supplies, brewer's supplies, simple weapons, shortswords Languages: Written common and Auran, as a Kenku he can only speak using mimicry Kenku skills: Expert forgery, mimicry Monk skills: Unarmoured defence, deflect missiles, Ki empowered strikes, slow fall, flurry of blows, patient defense, step of the wind, stunning strike, Tipsy Sway (leap to your feet, redirect attack)

#dnd #d&d #dnd character #instagram poll characters #kenku #monks #dnd monk #way of the drunken master #entertainer #icb #isabel brothers art #icbrothers #character design #anthro #crows #ravens

[pradame]

hi beautiful!🫶🏼

im 39 weeks pregnant, due October 30th. i plan on breast feeding but ive heard of women having difficulties with supplying enough milk for their babies and im afraid i might struggle as well. do you breastfeed? if so, do you have any tips on how to make enough for a freezer stash? or just tips in general? please 🙏🏽❤️‍🩹

Hello & congratulations! 🎀🫧🍼

So yes, there are plenty of moms who’ve struggled with their milk supply coming in several days after they’ve given birth too! I was producing droplets.. literally lol. but babies eat very little in the beginning so you make it work the best you can.

My milk supply didn’t increase until about 2 weeks after I had my baby and I’d noticed it was when I increased my calorie intake.

these are a list of foods/drinks that helped me:

-coconut water

-lactation cookies (amazon)

-boobie milk bars (amazon)

-oatmeal

-liquid gold pills from legendairy milk

-chickpeas, garbanzo beans

-brewers yeast (i take in pill form)

-lean meats

basically a high protein & high fat diet

you also might wanna stay away from any gassy foods like cabbage, avocado, broccoli etc to avoid causing gas pains in your babies tummy. Mine struggled for some time due to my clean eating 😭

There is a method called the power pump, it tricks your body into thinking its cluster feeding so your breast will produce more milk.

I hope this helps and remember to be patient with your body! i almost gave up 2 times but I’m glad I didn’t. About 2.5 months strong and my freezer stash is still growing 🥰

Good luck mama ♡♡

[sullustangin]

❛nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!❜

From soft and sweet sentence starters (I'll still take prompts)

Words: 652

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“Nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time.”  Theron was resolved.  The Captain had to come back to Odessen.

That didn’t deter Eva for a moment, as she lovingly gazed up at him from her seat in the dive bar he’d found her in this week.  “Oh, come on.  Lana can do the flimsi-work, and you can find some other slob to do the flying and meeting and greeting.  You don’t need me.  I’m just some lady smuggler.” 

Eva slid her hand down the bar toward him, teasing at the fingers and hand that he had rested there.  “So, what’s a hard-working guy doing in a place like this?”

Theron stole a furtive look around the bar before pulling up a stool next to her.  “Those eyes work in vast variety of contexts.  You know it doesn’t for this one,” he murmured to her. 

She answered him by flagging the bartender down.  “Whiskey, neat.  Corellian, if you got it.”

“There’s a surcharge –”

“Fill ‘er up.”  Eva slid the man a more than adequate number of credits, plus a tip. 

Theron leaned back slightly from his seat at the bar to elbow Bowdaar, carefully; the Wookiee was playing sabacc at the nearest table.  “I thought you’d curb these impulses with her.”

Bowdaar whickered back, “I make sure she gets home in one piece.  Trying to tell her what to do and when are different problems.”  Bowie looked at his cards, and he raised his bet. 

Theron shook his head.  He did feel better with Bowdaar around, but Eva still had the tendency to wander away from Odessen.  She typically did return within two days when summoned, but there were still occasions that required Theron to be deployed.

Like now.

Theron was pretty sure she did it on purpose to lure him away from work.  “What brought you to Tatooine, of all places?”

“No Star Fortress,” Eva gaily answered him, and then she reached backwards to clink glasses with Bowdaar.  Bowie was on a roll at the tables, so he tolerated the interruptions.   “And it’s not too far from Odessen.”

“Only on the opposite side of the Core.”  Theron’s whiskey was delivered to him, and he took a sip.

“Real?” Eva asked.

“Real,” Theron confirmed before he took another sip of the now-rare liquor.  “Hopefully, Corellian whiskey will be back on the ‘basic’ shelf of bars across the galaxy soon.”

“Another great gift of mine to the universe," Eva said airily.  “I should get bonus vacation days for that.”

Theron decided to make the silly argument, since ‘duty’ and ‘the greater good’ weren’t cutting it.  “You’ve had enough vacation days – which is why I’m out here to lure you back to Odessen.  There are many more distilleries, wineries, and brewers to be liberated from the Eternal Empire.”

“I suppose.”  Eva sipped her gin and tonic – not yet Sullustan.  She examined the glass.  “What’s next on our agenda?” 

“Alderaan.” 

Eva hummed. “I might have some friends there, still.  Maybe.”  She swallowed a mouthful of her drink.  “Len taught me to dance there, you know.”

“And you fell out of a tree,” Bowdaar supplied.

“And whose fault was that?”

Bowdaar groused and went back to his sabacc game. 

Theron smiled at their banter.  “Unlike Nar Shaddaa, I’m actually allowed on Alderaan – if you want, I’ll go with you for the meet and greet this time.” 

That brightened Eva up immediately.  “And for the flying?” 

“Sure.” 

And since they were far, far away from Odessen and the business of the Alliance, they didn’t have to keep up the illusion of professionalism.  Theron leaned over and kissed his girlfriend at the bar of some dive on Tatooine.  After a few, wonderful moments, Theron broke the lip lock and pulled back slightly to look at her.  “But first, back to Odessen.” 

“…I’m not the only one whose ‘puppy dog eyes’ are highly effective.”

“In certain contexts.”

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #oc: eva corolastor #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler oc #thanks for prompting!