‘Were you born in Locksley Much?’ The gang sat round the camp of an evening, sipping from cups of warm milk Much had made them. Kate sat on her bed, legs crossed, appreciating the family atmosphere, the warm milk reminding her of home and her mother.
‘Nope, down south. Closer near Cleeve Abbey.’
‘You’re from Somerset?,’ Allan asked
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..Poor little MuchMuch! That's so sad :( but good that it was Robin's parents to find him :)
Glad that you've got a bit of Robin realising what an arse he is, and that little bit of Allan and Much is sweet ^-^ nice touch calling him Sam!
Great work! xxx
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Glad you liked it, thanks so much!
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Haha I love reading fics where Robin realises he's an arse - that's how things should be! Much and Samwise are similar aren't they! Both so much better than their stupid masters.... and hehe, I read the email with your reply in when I was waiting for the bus home from town, and it took me a moment to realise that I was stood on the bus stop with a rather obivous expression of surprised joy as I saw you thought the same as me about Much/Sam
(sorry if this comment doesnt make much sense I'm trying to write it quickly while mum nags me about helping her with the cat)
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The cat? I hope it's an okay cat!
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