Room 224 - Morning

[provostsdog]

Beka'd naught to complain about. George'd taken good care of her and she'd her own comfortable basket to sleep in. At least, it was when she was dog shaped. Which she'd been for much too long. Twas dangerous to make wishes on an island that abided to the Trickster God's whims. Mayhap she'd not paid enough attention to Aeryn's classes, or she'd have

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[noearsyet]

George was a fairly observant boy. Observant enough to realise when he came back from a shower (and changing his clothes cause he sure wasn't doin' that wit' Beka around) that there wasn't so much a dog in the room anymore.

A Dog, sure.

An' a naked one.

He wasn't sure how he should be commentin' on that.

[provostsdog]

Mayhap, it was best not to.

It all seemed to happen in one moment. George entering, the way he was looking at her and the realization that sommat was amiss.

Then Beka was up off the ground and on George's bed, tugging the sheets up and over her. Right over her head. He'd no need to see her blushing like a looby gixie.

"You did not see that!" she told him. Twere the only words she could think of.

[noearsyet]

"I didn' do nothin'!" he protested. And okay, now that she'd freaked out, he was making a valiant attempt at not snickering.

[provostsdog]

She wasn't freaked out. Merely startled. Honestly.

Which'd be why she was still under the covers.

"Good."

She was staying put.

[noearsyet]

"D'ye - want some clothes?" he asked tentatively. "Or, uh, I could just go?"

[provostsdog]

"Clothes'd be useful," she remarked, swallowing down the dryness in her throat.

This was cracked.

She poked her head from underneath the covers, keeping them carefully wrapped around her shoulders. "I'd rather not risk getting a whiff of your ripe socks." She'd some bravado if she ignored the whole part where she was naked in his bed... That sounded wrong to even think.

[noearsyet]

"Yer in trouble then cause they're under th'covers there," George teased, totally not making any move to get the clothes yet.

[provostsdog]

She narrowed her eyes at him, forgetting some of her embarrassment. "That'd explain the smell if you roll in them the whole night."

[noearsyet]

"Aye well, y'didn't mind it earlier," he smirked

[provostsdog]

"Dogs are trained to follow the worst scents," Beka pointed out.

He wasn't moving.

[noearsyet]

George smirked at her then stepped back to rustle through his drawers. Finally stepping back, he threw a tunic and some trews at her.

[provostsdog]

It mattered not what Emma thought of tunics, Beka adored them.

"Thanks," she said, pulling the clothes towards her. One of the trews slipped out of her grip, falling off the side of the bed and Beka leaned forward, pressing the clothes and sheets to her chest as she reached for it.

[noearsyet]

He wasn't looking - he wasn't looking - he was totally looking.

...why did she have to be his great-grandmam? Why?

[provostsdog]

Mayhap the Trickster God was amused by them both. Or Fandom. Same difference.

She was going to pretend she'd not noticed that. It'd make her headache less.

"Can you..." Now if she knew what she was asking.

[noearsyet]

"Aye," he said quickly, looking around and then turning to go. "D'ye...want me t'go find Pounce?"

Not that he knew where to look, but...

[provostsdog]

"He'll not be found unless it suits him," Beka said, knowing it'd be futile to look for Pounce. No doubt he'd show up demanding food. Not that he was likely to get any.