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There comes a time in a young priest's life, as comes for us all, when a little distraction is necessary.
Oats is sitting at a table, twiddling his thumbs and smiling over at Mary in a manner intended to disguise his complete loss for conversational topics.
... It's not that he minds having promised to have a discussion about his complete inability to care for himself, more specifically in the case of danger, more specifically in the case of Blodwen Rowlands.
Except in the way where he does.
Must. Change. Subject. Now.
"So!" he says cheerfully, and falters.
"Um ... I don't suppose you'd be interested in another story?"
Oats is sitting at a table, twiddling his thumbs and smiling over at Mary in a manner intended to disguise his complete loss for conversational topics.
... It's not that he minds having promised to have a discussion about his complete inability to care for himself, more specifically in the case of danger, more specifically in the case of Blodwen Rowlands.
Except in the way where he does.
Must. Change. Subject. Now.
"So!" he says cheerfully, and falters.
"Um ... I don't suppose you'd be interested in another story?"