SCAdian vs mundane (living among the sheep)

[jsbosko at ac1.actx.edu]

Ghislaine Fontanneau/Elayne Hoover wrote:
> 
> Once upon a time, an SCA sword merchant (don't know his name, but he
> sells for M.A.S. weapons and may I say they are very good quality
> weapons!), we'll call him lord Bob, moved into a new mundane
> neighborhood.  Now, Bob spends so much of his time traveling to events
> to sell his swords that he had to take off Fridays and Mondays.  It got
> to be such a hassle, and he was making lots of money in the merchant
> trade, that he just quit his job.  When he moved into the new
> neighborhood, he had no job outside of SCA merchanting, wore mostly half
> garb (Cavalier shirt and bluejeans, or the like) all the time, an of
> course, had more swords on his walls than most grandparents have
> photographs.  His neighbors were intimidated by this scrawny short man
> with swords.
> 
> One day in his 'on the border of the inner city' neighbor hood, two
> rival gangs decided to rumble in neutral territory: Bob's front lawn.
> Bob was awakened out of a lovely sound sleep (it was still noon) and was
> not happy about the arrangements of the two rival gangs.  There were
> young children living next door!  His neighbors may not like him, but he
> is an honorable man...  Bob dressed, and grabbed his big, real-steel
> claymore, and strode out his door.  He planted his two feet firmly on
> the ground and shouted for all to hear, "No-one has a knife fight on my
> front lawn unless I get to play too!"
> 
> Now, at least two of these kids lived close enough to Bob's house to
> have seen him practicing on the pell.  They didn't know at the time why
> he was beating an upright log with a duct-taped stick, but when they saw
> him standing with that claymore propped up against his shoulder, the
> edge glinting in the noon day sun, they began to be enlightened.  They
> encouraged their gang friends to leave Bob's front yard...soon.
> 
> Later that day, after the danger had passed, Bob heard a knock at his
> door.  It was one of his neighbors with a casserole in her hands, "We
> weren't too sure about you when you first moved in here, but now we
> think you're okay!" she announced proudly.  Soon she was followed by
> another neighbor, and another casserole, and another neighbor, and
> another casserole....
AYE but what were the Casseroles made of & did Bob think they were
'period'??? 
Brennan