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Peanut Butter - Water
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Timeframe : 1263
“It’s not hard,” says Lyssa. She’s perched on the rim of the tub, watching Sham playing on the floor and Kairn peering into the mirror and dragging a razor across his chin. “You’re on the road with your wife and son, headed to meet family in Burnam.”
He pauses to rinse the blade and shoot her a look. “And why are we going there?”
“I don’t know. Your father has a job for you.” He’s still looking at her expectantly as he goes back to shaving, so she adds, “He’s a merchant.”
It seems that’s still not satisfactory. Lyssa rolls her eyes. “Rugs, how’s that? He sells rugs. Look, no one’s going to be grilling you about it. Trust me. Just act like we belong together and we should be fine. They’re looking for a scruffy fellow on the run with a boy, not a family. Sham can handle it, right Sham?”
The toddler looks up from his game of making building blocks out of their supplies and nods. He points at Lyssa with an all too devious grin for such a small child and declares, “Mommy.”
Kairn shakes his head at the boy and runs a hand over his own bare chin. “Well, I’m hardly scruffy anymore,” he says, hopefully.
“Took years off with that beard,” says Lyssa.
He looks in the mirror again and sighs. “No kidding. I look like I’m twelve.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1263
“It’s not hard,” says Lyssa. She’s perched on the rim of the tub, watching Sham playing on the floor and Kairn peering into the mirror and dragging a razor across his chin. “You’re on the road with your wife and son, headed to meet family in Burnam.”
He pauses to rinse the blade and shoot her a look. “And why are we going there?”
“I don’t know. Your father has a job for you.” He’s still looking at her expectantly as he goes back to shaving, so she adds, “He’s a merchant.”
It seems that’s still not satisfactory. Lyssa rolls her eyes. “Rugs, how’s that? He sells rugs. Look, no one’s going to be grilling you about it. Trust me. Just act like we belong together and we should be fine. They’re looking for a scruffy fellow on the run with a boy, not a family. Sham can handle it, right Sham?”
The toddler looks up from his game of making building blocks out of their supplies and nods. He points at Lyssa with an all too devious grin for such a small child and declares, “Mommy.”
Kairn shakes his head at the boy and runs a hand over his own bare chin. “Well, I’m hardly scruffy anymore,” he says, hopefully.
“Took years off with that beard,” says Lyssa.
He looks in the mirror again and sighs. “No kidding. I look like I’m twelve.”