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[samstewart]

It's not Remembrance Sunday in Sam's world. That's about six months away, for her -- it's the end of May on the other side of the door. But there's plenty to be thinking about at the moment as it is. The British Expeditionary Force and their French allies are in trouble in France, and the call has gone out for any ship capable of braving the

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[will_scarlett]

Will should be upstairs in bed asleep, but he got downstairs so he's sipping his hot chocolate and watching Sam knit,

"What are ye makin', milady?"

[samstewart]

Sam looks up, then back down at her knitting, then up again with a bit of a grin.

'This will end up being a sock, eventually. Or so I hope. And I hope the chap who eventually gets this doesn't mind the odd stitch or so -- I'm not the best knitter, you see.'

[will_scarlett]

"I'm sure 'e won't mind, milady, long as its warm."

He curls up a little more in his blanket since the remnants of his flu are still making him feel too cold.

[samstewart]

'Never can go wrong with a pair of wool socks,' Sam agrees with a nod.

She takes a moment to make sure that she's on the right row, then turns her attention back to the fellow in the blanket. He certainly looks a bit rough round the edges, the sort of look that most people tend to have when they're on the ragged edge of some kind of illness.

'Are you all right?'

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, milady, just recoverin' from a touch o'sickness."

He works to sit up trying to look better, he knows he's not got it that badly, others in Nottingham were sicker.

[samstewart]

'So long as you're on the mend.' Sam gives him a sympathetic smile. 'And have something hot to drink, which I see you already do.'

She sits forward a little in her chair, to carry on the conversation more easily. 'My name's Sam, by the way. Sam Stewart -- it's really Samantha, but no one ever calls me that. You can call me Sam, if you like. If it's all right with you, that is.'

She doesn't mind the 'milady', but if he keeps calling her that she's liable to start blushing at it.

[will_scarlett]

"Will Scarlett, m..Sam an aye I'm on the mend, got good friends watchin' o'er me."

He works to sit up a bit more, he's close enough to the fire that he can manage fairly well,

"Ye sound English, m..Sam, where are ye from?"

[samstewart]

'Pleasure to meet you, Will,' she replies brightly. 'And I am English, at it happens. I grew up in Lyminster, down on the south coast. But I'm living in Hastings now, for my work.'

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, ne'er been down that way, spent most o'me life round Nottingham. What do ye do?"

[samstewart]

'I'm a driver for a policeman,' Sam replies. England's at war in my time, you see. So I volunteered for the women's auxiliary services, to do my bit, and I was assigned to be a driver because so many of the chaps have been called up.'

She pauses in her work to untangle a bit of yarn. 'It's quite a good job, I must say. I've got a very good boss, for one thing.'

[will_scarlett]

He nods, he does know about cars after all,

"Tis the 1940s for ye then? Must be glad to 'ave ye, na at war in Nottingham just dealin' with the Sheriff an ne'er seem to be 'nough 'ands."

Most of his clothing is hidden by the blanket he's wrapped in, so its not obvious just how far back Will is from.

[samstewart]

'That's right. It's May of 1940 where I'm from.'

It's not until she hears "Sheriff" and "Nottingham" that she puts everything together with "Will Scarlett" -- and her knitting slows to a stop.

'You...said you're from Nottingham?'

[will_scarlett]

Its been a couple of weeks on his side of the door, so Will looks up a little nervously, not really afraid of her just aware,

"Aye, m..Sam, tis the reign o'King Richard in my England."

[samstewart]

And the knitting is pretty much forgotten for the time being, as Sam is too busy trying not to completely embarrass herself by squeaking with delighted shock.

'I'm sorry, it's just....' She bites her lip, attempting to contain her glee. 'I'm going to sound a complete fool, but I must say that it's an honour to meet you.'

[will_scarlett]

Will started out rather pale from being sick and so the way he blushes is rather startling,

"Um thank ye, just keepin' my 'ome safe truly."

[samstewart]

If he's blushing, that means that Sam's going to start blushing as well -- not quite as startlingly as he does, but her cheeks gain a bit of colour all the same.

'No, I understand. Really I do. It's sort of what I'm trying to do as well, in a way.'

Only she's pretty certain that she'll never end up a folk hero of legend.