Post Thirty: Almost as bad as a Feegle

[the_wee_big_hag]

 [Tiffany really should have known better.

She really should have. However sometimes you have to take a risk. At least she didn't lose a limb.  You can find Tiffany either,

A: Walking back from the post office with something that looks like this

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[springtime4me]

Umm.... right.

[Was she angry? Or just uncomfortable? He'd never properly apologized...]

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[the_wee_big_hag]

Wonderful. Do you want to go somewhere to talk or would you like to come over here?

[Well she doesn't sound angry at all. Just calm.]

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[springtime4me]

I'll...come over.

{okay, good. She doesn't sound upset with him. All he has to do is apologize and pretend that he wasn't kind of sorry it was fake.]

See you soon.

[He'll be over in about twenty minutes. Tentatively knocking on the door.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[And when he get's there he'll hear a crash coming from inside the house. It sounds like a lamp was knocked over.]

[springtime4me]

Tiffany? Are you okay?

[If the door is unlocked, he's rushing inside to make sure she's alright.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

[The door is indeed unlocked and he will find Tiffany in the living room glaring at....a wheel of blue cheese that is wrapped in tartan, next to a smashed lamp.]

Oh, I hope you're happy. Look at this mess you made. I was going to give that to Tavros to smash and now look at it!

[springtime4me]

Ummm... Tiffany?

[He just..... has no idea what is going on. WHo is Tavros? Why the cheese?]

Is everything okay?

[the_wee_big_hag]

[She glances over and see's Hitler standing there...oh. Okay maybe slightly embarrassed by that.]

Oh yes it's fine....it's just that-

someone! doesn't listen to a word I say unless I yell at him!

[Turning to yell at the cheese in tartan that is now....trying to inch away from the lamp towards the door.]

Oh don't think you're gettin' out of here that easily you theiven' scunner! You get to my room right now and we'll have a nice long chat later! You hear me!

[The cheese apparently listens as it turns and heads up to the stairs]

[springtime4me]

[..........]

Was.... was that cheese? Just now?

[the_wee_big_hag]

[Runs a hand through her hair as she turns to look at him.]

Yes. That was Horace. He's a Lancre Blue cheese that I made a few years ago. The town gave him back to me recently.

[springtime4me]

[Cheese. Living cheese. And she was lecturing it. For a second, the sheer absurdity of the situation overrides his politeness, and he has to suppress a laugh. He can't quite hide his amusement though.]

It looks like he's quite a handful.

[the_wee_big_hag]

He can be. Mostly he spends time with the Feegles. They adopted him.

[springtime4me]

The Feegles?

[He's really wondering how its possible to adopt cheese, but sentient cheese probably does need looking after.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

Small blue men. Horace picked up his annoying habit of stealing things from them as well.

[Pats his head and sets him on the floor.]

But I don't think you came over here to hear my stories of the Discworld.

[springtime4me]

Umm.... No. I didn't....

[He's struggling to think of something to say. Something that doesn't sound stupid.]

Tiffany... about that date on Valentine's day. I....

[I'm really sorry? Actually enjoyed myself? Am kind of sorry it was fake? Ugh. He can't say any of those things. He looks away.]

[the_wee_big_hag]

Yes, about that. ...I suppose that is the reason we decided to talk.

[Leaning back against the couch. She's...really bad at this.]

In case it's not obvious ...I'm ...not really good with this sort of thing.

...that was actually the first date I'd ever been on.