29 CHimera Court, Sunday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

Well...

He wasn't in a hotel room. This was good.

And there was still a husband. And a hungover minion downstairs.

Interesting.

He wanted waffles now. So, he was in the kitchen. Making waffles.

"Mmm, waffly goodness."


[[OOC: Open for folks who might be in the house or stopping by]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade stared. "Marry me. Marry me and we shall run away and build weapons for fun!" A beat. "And Have Arashi come with as the servant."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly burst out laughing. "If I wanted to marry someone with a bit on the side, I would have married some stupid knight when I was sixteen. I'm afraid you're going to have to settle for friendship."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Aww, but you could do wifey things like make me pie!" Wade replied with a grin. "And then Arashi and I would have a fling in the barn. We'd have a barn, by the way. Because all people who build weapons and lie romantically in the country have one."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"It would really be more like buy you frozen pie and pretend I made it," Aly pointed out. "Though if you really want a barn, we could go back to Tortall and find a vacan castle."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yes! We can! And then I can call you a busty wench!" Wade agreed. "And Arashi can also be a busty wench!"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly glanced down. "And you'd be lying about both of us."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Shhh," Wade replied, putting a finger to her lips. "Busty is a state of mind."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"So I shouldn't forget my bust either?" Aly laughed.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Exactly!" Wade said. He paused. "Should I get some ale now and goose you?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Only if you want to lose a finger," she said perkily.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Even if I do it with an olde englishe accente?" He might very well be pouting there.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly burst out laughing. "Do I have an Olde Englishe Accente?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You could be hiding it," Wade replied. "Tricksy like that."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly sighed and spoke in her normal accent. "Not really, see?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"But you do have an accent," Wade replied, mimicking it.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but it's stupid so I don't use it," she said, making a face.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade chuckled. "Could be worse! You could be French. Or Dutch!"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I already speak enough languages. Do you really think I need more to play with?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Wade was just being a dork now, really. "Because then I can pester you in another language."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Tongue? Still Sticking out at him. But not while she was talking cause ick.

"You can pester me in another language now! Pester, tiny red one! Pester like the wind!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I AM NOT TINY!" Wade replied, pouting. //"And what language should I pester in?"// He asked in Arabic.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly rolled her eyes and answered him in Bazhir. //Totally tiny, Pool of Death. And this one is perfectly fine, yes.//

Great how so many languages from her world lined up with earth languages.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

//"Says the woman who is, like, half a foot shorter than me,"// Wade replied in Russian, snickering.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

//I know a language that sounds full of gutturals too. Is yours a Northern, invading sack of reindeer poop also?// Aly asked in Scanran. Which wasn't really Russian at all.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Wade asked before continuing in German. //"Why must you be so tricky?"//