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Meeting the in-laws

Aug 30, 2007 11:57

((Timed to the day all these wacky marriage shenanigans began.))Charles’s sister, it transpired, had been assigned a tent just a short stretch of grass away. (The nearest map, on the other hand, was all the way on the other side of whatever that strange thing with the swan boats thought it was, and took a little finding.) Dale couldn’t help but ( Read more... )

camilla macaulay, charles macaulay, family values, dale smither

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c_macaulay August 30 2007, 11:34:37 UTC

Oh, Camilla was indeed less than ecstatic. So far, she'd had it out with Richard, more or less; she'd corresponded with Francis, using her little stuffed gryphon; she was still afraid to tell Henry what had happened, much less go to look for him. Likewise, she was afraid to look for Charles ( ... )

charlesmacaulay August 30 2007, 15:01:10 UTC

Charles held out an arm, indicating that Dale should precede him into the tent (Southern manners were too ingrained for him to ignore, even in a situation like this. And besides, Dale wasn't any happier than he was about it all, so there was no point in being rude). He leaned to kiss his twin on the cheek. "Dale, this is Camilla. Milly, Dale."

Scanning the room for anything that looked like it might house liquor, Charles smiled absently. "So. Something of a pickle, isn't it?"

c_macaulay August 30 2007, 23:22:41 UTC

Camilla hadn't attended Dale's Sorting. She'd never laid eyes on the woman before. Thus, she had no idea there might be anything more to Dale than what immediately met the eye: a stolid sort of woman, round-faced, aging. She didn't look any happier to be here than anyone else, indifferent to the luck she'd had in landing such an attractive and well-bred husband. The darker side of that luck might become apparent soon enough, however. Camilla knew what Charles was looking for when he scanned the room the way he was doing now.

Just as for Charles, ingrained courtesy took over for Camilla now. Nana had brought the twins up well in that regard. She returned Charles's kiss with an equally chaste and brief little peck on his cheek, one hand lightly on his shoulder, then went to Dale. "Dale, then. Welcome to the family." There were situations for which Nana had not prepared her, and her brother bringing home a total stranger as a bride was one of them. Camilla didn't know whether to hug the woman, which seemed the proper ( ... )

charlesmacaulay August 31 2007, 11:37:54 UTC

Charles' brows drew together fractionally; his lower lip jutted just a hair. (Francis would have been enthralled.) So Camilla just assumed he was there for a drink, and felt the need to hint to him about it? His original intentions fled, replaced by the overwhelming need to PROVE something.

"Just water for me," he said, the easy smile on his lips belied by narrowed gray eyes. "Or Coke, maybe. Where's Richard?" he added, feeling the need to punch someonething.

c_macaulay August 31 2007, 12:04:31 UTC

Camilla's eyes went a little wide, surprised. "All right. Water we can certainly do, and I don't know if there's Coke but I'll look. The elves could bring it if there isn't any. There might be -- this tent has a kitchen, you know. I wonder if they all have kitchens? It's rather un-tent-like, which I'm sure isn't a word, but is there a word for the quality of not being like a tent?" Light meaningless conversation, trying to smooth over that ripple between his brows, that almost imperceptible pout; or, at the least, refusing to overtly acknowledge it. "Dale, what would you like? I'm having whiskey myself. It's early for it, I know ... the situation just seems to demand it. Unless you don't care for Lagavulin. Some people don't." If it were Francis's liquor cabinet, it'd have been Famous Grouse. But now Camilla drank what Henry drank, just as she smoked what he smoked (Lucky Strikes, in saecula saeculorumTo her brother, she added parenthetically, "Richard isn't feeling well. I think he probably took some pills or something ( ... )