lanselos_du_lac

"Ah! Yes. Gravity is the force that draweth water down toward the earth--be it rain, or waterfalls, or our humble plumbing system." Laertes takes the pot and tucks a couple of small bowls into the crook of his arm, then leads the way out to where he and Sagramore have started building a patio around the oven. There's a metal rack set over the top of the oven that serves roughly the same function as a heating coil on a stove; Laertes sets the pot atop it and puts his bowls down, then goes to carry over a few pieces of firewood and a twist of tinder. "I hope to lay wires soon, that we might have an electric stove," he says as he strikes a match and sets it to the tinder.