Room 224 - Morning

[provostsdog]

Beka'd naught to complain about. George'd taken good care of her and she'd her own comfortable basket to sleep in. At least, it was when she was dog shaped. Which she'd been for much too long. Twas dangerous to make wishes on an island that abided to the Trickster God's whims. Mayhap she'd not paid enough attention to Aeryn's classes, or she'd have

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[noearsyet]

George was a fairly observant boy. Observant enough to realise when he came back from a shower (and changing his clothes cause he sure wasn't doin' that wit' Beka around) that there wasn't so much a dog in the room anymore.

A Dog, sure.

An' a naked one.

He wasn't sure how he should be commentin' on that.

[noearsyet]

"He did disappear quickly," George agreed, still turning around.

[provostsdog]

"He's good at disappearing and appearing where he wants," Beka agreed, watching him while she still cluthed the sheets. "I won't be long."

[noearsyet]

"Tis a good thing because you'll not be goin' through me things now that you're a person agin," he teased, shutting the door behind him.

[provostsdog]

"I'd not need much time for that!" she called after him. She waited another instant, making sure he'd not be coming back before she relaxed her grip on the sheets and got dressed.

[noearsyet]

George scowled as he leaned against the door, waiting for her to call that she was done or come out or something.

[provostsdog]

Twas tempting to do look around, but only when she'd pulled on his clothes. Luckily, they fitted loosely but they did fit. She decided it was best not to think about wearing his clothes. She tugged at the shoulders afore she strode across to the door and pulled it open, uncertain if he'd be there or he'd really gone off to find Pounce.

[noearsyet]

"Did ye take all me stuff?" he teased, standing up as the door opened. "Tis baggy enough on ye."

[provostsdog]

"You don't think I'd be jingling more if I'd stolen your loot?" she asked him. She wasn't meeting his eyes, but then she rarely ever did.

[noearsyet]

George grinned at her. "Depends on which loot y'did find."

[provostsdog]

"You think there'd be one I'd not find?" she shot back.

[noearsyet]

He looked smug. "Aye. I doubt y'd find more than one or two."

[provostsdog]

"You forgot the part where you're supposed to deny you have any," she pointed out to him dryly. And now she did want to search his room.

[noearsyet]

"I decided t'skip it this time as t'wasn't much point innit," he replied easily.

[provostsdog]

"At least you're learning," she agreed, reaching up to flick his forehead. Not that she expected him to still be there when she did, but she'd like to think she'd at least sounded somewhat like Goodwin.

[noearsyet]

George slid out of the way, giving her a teasing smile. "Thought tha' was my line about th'Dog bein' taught an' all."