Intercomm fic: A Tasty Special Treat
Title: A Tasty Special Treat
Author: railise
Word Count: 235
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Much
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set sometime pre-2x01.
Summary: If ya can't read 'em, eat 'em...?
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for treatmuchright in rh_intercomm. Thanks to whatcatydidnext for her comment to Part 3, which gave me the idea for this one! :D
Part 6 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Even though it meant a stronger force of guards had been running around Nottingham lately, Much was still very pleased that the mad baker had not been caught yet. Each message was more entertaining than the last-- well, once another gawker read it aloud, so that he knew what it said. The only trouble lately was finding the things. Since Gisborne had begun staking out the bakery, it had become something of a treasure hunt to locate a new message.
So, when Much saw one hanging in the alleyway he had just turned down, he got quite excited... until he noticed that he was not the first to have found it.
A pair of small urchins was gazing up at the bread, which was hanging out of their reach. Much could identify the letters, though he could not figure out what most of "THE SHERYFF IS A GORBELLYED VARLET" said.
As funny as he was sure it was, there was something more important going on. Walking over, he took the sign down and broke off a sizable chunk, glad to find that it was still soft inside. Much handed that portion to one of the children, and an equal share to the other. "Run along and eat it before anybody sees," he advised. After they had, he tucked the remainder in his pack.
No sense letting good bread-- or insults-- go to waste, after all...
Author: railise
Word Count: 235
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Much
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set sometime pre-2x01.
Summary: If ya can't read 'em, eat 'em...?
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for treatmuchright in rh_intercomm. Thanks to whatcatydidnext for her comment to Part 3, which gave me the idea for this one! :D
Part 6 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
Even though it meant a stronger force of guards had been running around Nottingham lately, Much was still very pleased that the mad baker had not been caught yet. Each message was more entertaining than the last-- well, once another gawker read it aloud, so that he knew what it said. The only trouble lately was finding the things. Since Gisborne had begun staking out the bakery, it had become something of a treasure hunt to locate a new message.
So, when Much saw one hanging in the alleyway he had just turned down, he got quite excited... until he noticed that he was not the first to have found it.
A pair of small urchins was gazing up at the bread, which was hanging out of their reach. Much could identify the letters, though he could not figure out what most of "THE SHERYFF IS A GORBELLYED VARLET" said.
As funny as he was sure it was, there was something more important going on. Walking over, he took the sign down and broke off a sizable chunk, glad to find that it was still soft inside. Much handed that portion to one of the children, and an equal share to the other. "Run along and eat it before anybody sees," he advised. After they had, he tucked the remainder in his pack.
No sense letting good bread-- or insults-- go to waste, after all...