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[mrmoneypenny]

These days, it's probably not too uncommon a sight to see a Villiers snacking on an apple by the kraken pool -- it's a nice little spot, and fortunately, Villiers is still unaware that there's a baby sea monster thing living in it.

So. Villiers. Apple. It's a nice day, and he could do with some company.

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[broodingbacchus]

Apple! D'aww.

He won't mind if Imri cuddles up beside him and steals a bite, right?

Om nom delicious apple.

[mrmoneypenny]

'Course not! Imriels are always welcome!

Snug snug kiss -- a silly and slightly apple-flavoured one to his cheek.

"Hey, you," he says in casual greeting, one arm coming to settle at Imri's waist.

[broodingbacchus]

"Mmm. Hey."

A bizarre kind of greeting from Imriel's lips, but then, Villiers is a strong influence on him.

Almost invariably for the better.

♥

[mrmoneypenny]

Almost like how Imriel's odd poetic language has been absorbed in kind, then?

Villiers' head comes to rest lightly on Imriel's shoulder, and he smiles beatifically.

"Still deciding to stay with this rickety old man, then?" he asks, half teasing, half...something else.

For there are people here on this farm. People closer to Imriel's age, and people far prettier than himself. And before he starts driving himself insane with odd anxiety issues, Villiers wants to know where he stands.

Or, even better, where they stand. As a couple. Together.

[notanoptimist]

He should watch out with putting food near the baby sea monster. Even is Spots is more fond of meat than fruit.

He's also fond of Louise Fray, but not in an eaty way.

"Fen fen fen!" Loo sings as she toddles toward the pond, obliging her uncle by letting him hold one of her hands. She's still figuring out this whole walking thing and each step is an adventure in possible face-planting.

Which is probably why Sokka is paying so much attention to that hold on her hand.

[mrmoneypenny]

Awww...lookit! Is a baby-shaped thing!

And Villiers approves of the hand-holding thing. It wouldn't do for that ever-possible face-plant to end up in the water.

"Hello," he says cheerfully in response to the nonsense, apple held carefully in one hand.

[notanoptimist]

Sokka looks up from his niece with a smile and a returned greeting of: "Hey."

Loo looks at this new, strange person who is an intruder upon her pond and her friend and scowls. "Mine!" she informs Villiers furiously.

Which earns her an arched brow and a light swat to her padded bottom from her uncle. And before she can cry about that, he's sat down beside the pond and settled her in front of him with a little wooden toy.

"It's a stage," Sokka assures Villiers. Just in case he thought babies screaming at him might be a constant.

[mrmoneypenny]

Well, Villiers doesn't know about the friend in question. Although he still looks vaguely amused at the declaration of possession.

"I figured," he says quietly, before stretching out a hand. "I don't believe we've met -- I'm Villiers, just arrived here not too long ago."

But awww. Is a little baby kidling!