On holiday with Moth and the Hatchling
Earlier this year, at a Renaissance fair
Moth: I like the... what's it called... the marinade for pottery?
Me: The glazing?
Moth: That one.
*****
Hatchling, securely strapped to Moth's front, watches me intently as I stumble and almost fall.
Me, reassuringly: I stumbled and almost fell.
Moth, not interrupting her sight-seeing: Good plot.
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Moth, looking at the remains of a 13th century pulpitum screen at Tintern Abbey: Still a better boss than mine.
Moth: I like the... what's it called... the marinade for pottery?
Me: The glazing?
Moth: That one.
*****
Hatchling, securely strapped to Moth's front, watches me intently as I stumble and almost fall.
Me, reassuringly: I stumbled and almost fell.
Moth, not interrupting her sight-seeing: Good plot.
*****
Moth, looking at the remains of a 13th century pulpitum screen at Tintern Abbey: Still a better boss than mine.