Friday Dinner

[red_ponytail]

Bill's iPod contained, among many, many others, quite a few songs by a band called Travis. He'd never heard of them before, but he suspected they were Scottish based on a snippet at the end of one of their songs where they could be heard talking. It was good music, if not exactly the type he'd immediately prefer, but after listening to them for a

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[vvdanicavv]

This was the first time in Danica's life when she found Halloween to be morbidly depressing. What was the point in celebrating something where she had to dress up in order to scare people now? There was no justice in that.

Equally unfair was having to put up with the guy singing while she tried to work. For the past hour she'd been sat at the kitchen table, with Frank's laptop open in front of her, filtering through his files and folders. Less 'work' and more 'snooping' while the cat was away, if she were being honest. She was particularly interested to see a file titled with her brother's name and was about to click on it when the cook/servant/waiter started making disturbing noises again.

"Some of us have ears, you know," she commented snidely, barely under her breath, attention still mostly on the screen in front of her. "That actually work."

[red_ponytail]

Bill looked over at the woman, recognizing her as having been in Weaponry class last term. "Good on you, Danica," he said, chuckling. She was clearly annoyed, but he wasn't fussed in the slightest by that. He gestured to the tray he'd just laid out. "Pasty?"

[vvdanicavv]

Danica made it a point not to remember anyone's names from classes, just in case it gave them the wrong impression that she cared about them. Ten months on the island and it was still just full of faces to her.

She wasn't exactly a pasty girl but she couldn't deny she was hungry. "And inside is...?" she asked, not risking a look at the food in case her appetite was quashed forever.

[red_ponytail]

"Pumpkin," Bill replied. "Pumpkin pasties are a well-loved food where I'm from, especially around Halloween."

[thedescent_into]

It's a bad time of year, for her. It reminds her of something she lost, something very dear. A night where she was certain she'd lose her all over again.

She'd saved Beth that night, but that didn't stop her from still being dead. Nothing she ever could do would change that.

Still, she manages a faintly amused smile at the man singing quietly to himself, reaching for something sweet before the rest of her meal. Mummy taught her just fine, but some days called for skipping ahead to the good part.

[red_ponytail]

"...you're so, you've been waiting in the sun too long, but if you sing, siiiiing, sing, sing sing-"

Bill looked up as the woman approached, cutting himself off with a smile. "Going for the pudding first, eh?" he said. "My kind of woman."

[thedescent_into]

"It's one of those days," she admits, not an ounce of shame in it. "It isn't fair. You put all these out, I don't have it in me to resist."

[red_ponytail]

Bill chuckled. "I know, I'm terrible," he replied. "But at least I've got the healthy bits as well, to compensate."

[single_digit]

Eddie was trying to get Emmy to sit down and eat her dinner, but tonight it seemed like a losing battle. Every time he looked away - to grab a fork or a napkin or the salt - she slipped out of her seat and headed to check out one thing or another. A leaf that someone had tracked in. The contents of the oven. Someone's brightly coloured skirt.

"I guess she's just not that hungry tonight," he said apologetically, this time as Emmy started dancing to the song Bill was singing.

[red_ponytail]

"No worries, mate," Bill replied with a grin, wishing for a moment he'd brought his speakers over from the club so Emmy could dance to the actual music. "I remember a couple of my younger siblings being like that when it came time to eat. Just about drove my mum spare trying to get them to sit still long enough to get something in them."

[single_digit]

"She really does normally have quite a healthy appetite," said Eddie, going to retrieve her yet again. "It's her attention span that's the problem. What song was that? I don't think I've heard it before."

[red_ponytail]

"Oh, but having to be sat at a table and eat is so boring," Bill said, chuckling. "It's called 'Sing', by this band called Travis. I'd not heard of them before, but I got this iPod back in January and a load of their songs were on it."