Crackplot!

[hniit]

Nita is sitting cross-legged on the floor of the main room, with her book open in front of her, deep in concentration

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[sirbeaumains]

Gareth is most likely at the cottage, looking around for something. Growing impatient, he calls to a brother or a wife or a sister or whoever's about, "Has anyone seen--" and stops. For it didn't come out as he meant it, but for some reason, he can't bring the English words to mind.

[illgotten]

"For God's sake, talk to thyself then! I'm not in the mood for games-- what?" turning as Ragnelle comes in.

[sirbeaumains]

"I can't! I can't remember--" he breaks off, looking over at Ragnelle, too. "See?"

[illgotten]

"See what? What's got into you?"

[inglewoodblues]

"I don't understand you," she says pointedly, tapping Gareth gently on the head with her knuckles.

[illgotten]

"You too?" Mordred says irritably.

[sirbeaumains]

Gareth doesn't duck in time, but edges out of range of further tapping. "--I'm confused."

[inglewoodblues]

She makes a face. "Speak plainly, pray thee."

[illgotten]

"Everyone and his dog speaks English here, anyway. He can go up to the house if he needs a reminder."

[sirbeaumains]

"Ragnelle will do it." To her, "Please?"

[inglewoodblues]

Still in Celtic, "I can't understand thee, sweet ones. Speak to me otherwise."

[illgotten]

"Lyonors," Mordred yells at the door. "Deal with your husband," and goes out, looking stormy.

[inglewoodblues]

Ragnelle rolls her eyes and goes after him. "Brother, what ails thee?"

[illgotten]

"Not you too!"

[inglewoodblues]

She catches his hand. "Speak to me."

[illgotten]

"Talk sense," crossly.