[for Bush] O, how this spring of love resembleth / the uncertain glory of an April day;

May 22, 2009 18:51

He'd gotten the idea from his conversation with Jon Snow a few days prior. Cooking. Presumably the exercise only required one to follow a set of directions. Following directions was perhaps not a skill Archie was particularly known for, but he managed well enough to become a fourth lieutenant in His Majesty's Navy. That, surely, boded well for ( Read more... )

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stoicsidekick May 23 2009, 02:40:08 UTC
There was nothing that drove William more mad than idleness. Even the irregular patterns of ship's work had annoyed him at times, the long stretches of slow calm followed by sudden action. These days he kept quite busy, but the last few days had proved to be another calm spell, with less houses being built and little to trouble the police force. But while the last few days had been slow, they had certainly been interesting.

He was absently whittling away, as he so often did in his spare moments, when Archie came strolling up the path. William took in the cheerful gait, the sword hanging at his belt, the... pineapple swinging from his hand and arched a brow. "Say what you like, those things always look more like weapons than food," he observed with a dry snort.

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usethecompany May 23 2009, 03:12:30 UTC
"Then I shall battle my hunger with them," Archie replied smartly, a broad grin in place. He certainly breathed easier now, having those unspoken words finally spoken and issues addressed. Things were still new and untested, but he felt comfortable to act as he pleased without worry of stumbling upon that hard subject.

"And a fine war it shall be, I think."

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stoicsidekick May 23 2009, 03:23:22 UTC
"You're mad," Bush declared with a twitch of a smile, and then promptly went back to his whittling.

"What are you going to do with the thing, then?" he asked, for Archie had the look of a man with a plan in mind.

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usethecompany May 23 2009, 03:42:53 UTC
"Roast them," he announced with zest, setting the fruits down near the fire pit. He brought out the kitchen knife, brandishing it in the air as he considered its soon-to-be victims. "That is, if I can remember how to do it properly."

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