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[illgotten]

It's a nice day, as usual, and Mordred is in the Orkney garden; an altogether more modest affair than Percy's, but still requiring a good deal of work. He's switched back to the T-shirts, and his black hair is ruffled and damp. On the other hand, he looks more relaxed than he has for the past few weeks.

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[hardlyagravated]

The sight of him relaxed coaxes a quiet smile from Laurel. "I never knew you were a farmer at heart, like Percivale."

[illgotten]

Mordred laughs. "I'm not."

[hardlyagravated]

"Perhaps not. But you do look at ease."

[illgotten]

"Nice to have something useful to do." He stretches a little.

[hardlyagravated]

"I know the feeling. Don't let me pester you out of it."

[illgotten]

"I won't," cheerfully. "What are you about today?"

[hardlyagravated]

"Not very much. As ever. Though I suppose I'll go make supper in a bit."

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[illgotten]

"Oh?" glancing back at her with a grin. "Your cousin slacking off again?"

[hardlyagravated]

She laughs. "Oh, never. It's all a vast conspiracy to make me feel useful, I'm sure."

[illgotten]

"Of course it is."

[hardlyagravated]

"You humoring me is most appreciated."

[illgotten]

"Well, good."

[hardlyagravated]

"Is there anything you'd particularly like?"

[illgotten]

"Oh, a thousand things," lightly.

[hardlyagravated]

"I meant for supper."