Please welcome to the blog, the delightfully witty Helena Hann-Basquiat, our very favorite Dilettante. She graciously wrote up a hilarious account of her most recent run-in with D. So, lend her your eyes and enjoy! Be sure to tell her how much you love this in the comments!
Dilettante vs Druid
When I arrived at the house, I was at first a bit apprehensive. There were strange noises coming from within, and what appeared to be a tornado hovering over the roof — not doing any damage, just spinning there like a child’s top.
I rang the doorbell, and heard the rushing of feet stomp toward me from behind the door. The door swung upon violently, and I confess I flinched.
“Who rang that bell?” an annoyed looking Druid poked his head out the open door, looked me up and down like a side of beef, and then sneered. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Yes, Mr. Druid. It is I, your favourite dilettante, Helena Hann-Basquiat.”
“You’re not my favourite anything,” he scoffed. “And anyway, can’t you read?”
“Read what?” I asked, looking around in case I’d missed something.
The Druid seemed to be flustered, and slammed the door. He returned a few seconds later with a huff, hung a sign on the door knob, and then closed the door again, barring my entry.
I stared in amusement at the sign, and read it aloud.
“Bell out of order — please knock.”
I laughed. “You know, A. would find this hysterical, but you, you probably don’t even get it, do you, you humourless bastard?”
“I’m no bastard,” Dubh an Súile mac Alasdair, a.k.a. ‘D’ coughed a protest. “And I do too have a sense of humour.”
“Oh, I think not,” I argued. “I think it got shot off in some war or another.”
“And now you’re cribbing lines from Roland of Gilead,” D said.
“Wait,” I shook my head in disbelief. “You don’t know the Wizard of Oz but you know Roland of Gilead?”
“Correction,” he raised a pointed finger. “I knew Roland of Gilead. Excellent fellow, if a bit dusty and intense.”
“You must have got on like fireworks,” I said under my breath. “But Roland is a fictional character in a Stephen King story. How do you…”
“Never mind that,” D interrupted. “What of this Wizard you speak of? Is he very powerful?”
“Not really,” I sighed. “He’s a humbug.”
“I know not this bum hug,” D furrowed his brow intensely. “Is he a traveller, like me?”
“You ever travel by hot air balloon?”
“Certainly not!” D protested. “How archaic!”
“Yeah, well, this conversation is getting archaic,” I murmured. “Is A. home? I really came to see about collecting those pancakes she promised months ago.”
“Pancakes, pancakes, bloody pancakes!” he snapped.
“Well, you just kind of ruined them for me now,” I said, imagining pancakes covered in blood.
“She’s not here!” he said, sounding a bit like Keanu Reeves, and even had a bit of smoulder going on around the eyes.
“Well, then, aren’t you going to invite me in?” I asked.
“Well, I was making some tea…” the sly Druid began, with a look of mischief in his eyes. “Would you care for a trip… um, that is, a sip?”
Something about the way he was looking at me told me that I should probably run, lest I find myself awakening in a compromising position some hours later with no recollection of how my underwear ended up hanging from the ceiling fan. But I was feeling a bit dangerous myself, and as A. wasn’t home, I gave the old goat a wink.
“Yeah, alright.”
The D/A Dialogues 
Is it wrong that I still want pancakes?
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Not at all! 🙂
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This was enjoyable for me since the last time I met D there were some tensions and I’m glad he found a match in Helena. Serve the bloody pancakes with a nice glass of blood orange juice.
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I think human interaction brings out the worst in D! Oooh, blood red Orange juice sounds delightful!
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It is so good.
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Uh oh, somehow I think H will have the upper hand (no pun intended) regardless of D’s deviousness. The bloody pancakes made my stomach flip a bit until I remembered that I’ve eaten red velvet pancakes … put some raspberry syrup on those and, well, they may look fairly bloody. A, I only hope H and D don’t run off together and leave you to fend for yourself … then again, you might like having a respite from D. And he would be in good hands (again, no pun intended) with H 😉
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Okay Marie, I’m going to have to make those pancakes for Halloween – forget orange and black, bloody pancakes are where it’s at! I have a feeling, if H and D got together, I’d have even *more* to contend with – in a good way. Could you imagine the chronicles of those two? Hilarity and chaos would abound!
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Oh, that would be great fun, although I suspect some of it would be x-rated 😉
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I have a feeling most of it would be x-rated, but also sly and witty. But of course, that would have to be its very own blog! 🙂
Katie Sullivan
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On Fri, Oct 3, 2014 at 10:39 AM, The D/A Dialogues wrote:
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Yup, I can see it now–The Druid and the Dilettane 🙂
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What a fantastic IDEA!!!! I’m looking for recipes for my Hallowe’en week — red velvet pancakes with raspberry syrup… Bloody Pancakes! DONE!
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I’ll never look at red velvet pancakes the same way again 😉
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Bwahahaha he better have been good looking 😀 (such a thing as ‘potion-goggles’?)
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Alas, ‘good looking’ is usually all D has going for him (Helena captures his temperament quite well!) 🙂
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Could be worse, really – at least he wasn’t ugly and halfway up a tree after mistletoe…
(and just as well it wasn’t Jessica who met him, or there’d be stories about a golden sickle to make your toes curl!)
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I think going home is something you should consider not doing ‘A’ for at least 24 hours. At that time all signs of chaos might have gone, OR, you might just find the house occupied by newlyweds.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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I think you’re right, David – Although the chaos might get lost in my own chaos (there’s a 13-year old in the house most of the time – that can get pretty scary!)
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😆 Oh my. That D certainly gets up to some mischief. 😉
Bloody pancakes, lol. I’m not sure I can eat pancakes ever again.
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Between stealing summer last year, and being generally naughty this year… I don’t know how I put up with him (oh yeah, I gave him a blog… *that* was a swell idea). I think Helena really hit on something with those ‘bloody’ pancakes!
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I confess, there’s a Family Guy episode where Stewie gets hooked on pancakes, and I think at one point he says “click click bloody click pancakes!” It may have stuck with my subconscious.
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Delcioso!
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🙂
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Hello stranger (i know, I know…. mea culpa….) Good to see your back tattoo in association with one of my silly stories.
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Forgive me, H, I have been remiss. I like when you mess with the possibilities, gets the juices flowing. Which reminds me, my last piece was a bit of an experiment, could I bother you for a critique at all, darlin’?
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I will seek it out and give you my thoughts
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Humble thanks, my dear sweet.
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