Holiday Spirits? (Open.)

[1handedwelshman]

Thank to the success of his last alcoholic endeavors, Bedi's now hard at work in his cabin fixing up a batch of Christmas-y rum, spiced wines, and of course, eggnog. Just because the Christians stole a perfectly good holiday from the Celts doesn't mean there can't still be some drinking and merriment, eh

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[russet_goddess]

Zara has been trying to make the house look like someone actually lives in it, although she doesn't know a damned thing about house-cleaning. The result is kind of funny, especially if you've never seen Zara with a handkerchief tied over her thistle-puff hair and her usual black dress exchanged for a tunic and trousers.

She is, however, in an amazingly good mood, which can only be ascribed to Bedi being there and being in fairly good spirits. She smacks his head as she goes by him and stretches up to wipe spiderwebs out of the cabinet.

[1handedwelshman]

He responds flicking at her backside with a towel. "Saints, I hope those weren't my trousers. Nobody knows where they might have been."

[russet_goddess]

She slaps him, considerably softer than she would slap anyone else who had just done that. "Got my own damn trousers. Shows how much you pay attention."

[1handedwelshman]

He staggers in a mock show of pain at her slap. "Hey! I have never claimed to be good at paying attention."

[russet_goddess]

"Least you're good at kissing," leaning over to do that.

[1handedwelshman]

"Why thank you," and he responds wholeheartedly.

[russet_goddess]

She kisses back, firmly.