NaNoWriMo -- Day 27
Bride of Tranquility
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I'm only about 900 words behind where I should be. This is progress. And with three days to go, I can make up ground pretty quickly.
I'm going to go spend the rest of the day working on something fun.
“Ah! Mon Gendarme,” Lord Valentine threw his hands in the air in an excited fashion. “So good to see you. Are you ready to be made dainty?”
“Er, not so much.” Jake twisted his lip, an tilted his head. “Is this going to involve wearing my underwear on the outside?”
“Non,”
“No dress, either.” Jake said.
“Non, Non.” Lord Valentine said impatiently. He looked like he was about to work himself into a tirade when Monk tapped him on the shoulder.
“'Scuse me, Lord Val?” Monk said. “I think this is one of those delicate cases that you'd better let me handle.”
Lord Valentine rolled his eyes skyward, and then made a big show of wringing his hands together. “Very well, Monsuer Monk. I wash my hands of the whole affair.” With a final huff, he whisked away with his nose in the air.
“Alrighty then,” Monk leaned over and looked from Jake to Rachel with a conspiratorial grin. “How do you fellas feel about leggings?”
“Not tights again?” Jake raised an eyebrow.
“Not quite,” Monk said. “More like sweat pants. We'll put them under a fancy tunic. You can pretend to be barbarian princes from east of Cathay.”
“Sweat pants?” Jake grinned. “I like the sound of this already. You sure this is Renassance-y enough?”
“About as much as your coach.”
“Point taken.”
Working with Monk, they were soon outfitted with clothing that they could live with for the wedding ceremony.
“Don't forget these,” Monk held up a belt with a fanny-pack looking pouch on it.
“What are those?” Dr. Dave asked.
“The leather belt girds your tunic up. And the pouch is to keep important stuff handy. Pockets are a modern invention.”
“Seems kind of girly,” Jake said hesitantly.
“Think of it as a man purse,” Monk said helpfully.
“Oh that makes it so much better.” Jake said with a roll of his eyes.