Caspian X (
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Caspian, at a table, looking utterly bewildered.
The horses are pink. Not just pink. Purple and green and, let's face it, they are all colors of the rainbow.
The horses are not supposed to be all colors of the rainbow, and Caspian is in the bar now trying to figure out a way to get the paint off that does not involve copious amount of water and soap.
He is not, shall we say, getting very far.
The horses are pink. Not just pink. Purple and green and, let's face it, they are all colors of the rainbow.
The horses are not supposed to be all colors of the rainbow, and Caspian is in the bar now trying to figure out a way to get the paint off that does not involve copious amount of water and soap.
He is not, shall we say, getting very far.
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So Caspian finds a stranger standing by him extending her hand towards him, "Good Morning, I'm Amanda" smiling brightly. Fake yes, but it would be hard for anyone that doesn't kow her to tell.
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"Hullo, Amanda. I'm Caspian. Was there something I could help you with?"
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"WOuld you care for the company of a complete stranger?"okay now she might be remembering why this is fun.
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"If you'd care to join me, please do, of course." He gestures to an empty seat.
"Would you like some tea?"
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"I suppose there are the standard get to know you at Milliways questions, When and where are you from?"
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Trying to figure out ways to protect your underwear?
They won't work.
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"I think I've given up on the underwear. You and Ed both tell me it's useless."
He says this now. Doubtless he will be singing a different tune come the arrival of an actual dragon.
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Oh.
*Adam's innocent. See his innocent face? He knows NOTHING about paint. or horses. let alone painted horses.*
Fairly. She's taken over some other clothes as well, though I think that was to-
*His face crumples into a frown of disgust.*
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And so now Caspian is suspicious.
"You don't...know anything about that, do you?" he asks, casually.
"Because it's going to be a mess to clean up. It's too cold to wash the horses. And I'm not looking forward to currying paint out of their coats."
What he doesn't mention is how hard he laughed when he'd gotten over his first few moments of bemusement.
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Caspian's table need its turn, too.
She looks up at him, suspiciously.
"Seen Beatwice?"
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"No."
A pause.
"Who's Beatrice?"
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He is still beind eyed.
Perhaps he wants Beatrice for himself.
PERHAPS HE KIDNAPPED HER.
"Also Mommy. But best fwiend too."
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"I haven't seen her," he tells her, after spending a moment attempting to figure out whether Beatrice is Mommy, or if she is also Mommy's best friend.
"But I can help you look for her, if you'd like."
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"Hello Caspian. What seems to be the trouble?"
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"Hullo, Felix. Oh, nothing too terrible--someone's painted the horses in the stables and I've been trying to figure out how to get it off of them. How are you?"
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"Aye, it does, but we'd have to wash them all inside, and washing seven horses while trying to keep them all warm is going to make a bit of a mess. Someone suggested I ask one of the Bar's magic users, and I think I will. But they're fine for now--the paint isn't toxic.
"I'm sorry to hear you're Bound. Were you able to continue on your quest for a little while longer?"
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Which would explain the mug she's just set in front of him.
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"Hullo, Amy. How are you?"
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Now she's mostly . . . confused. Which is probably obvious.
"Painted? What do you mean, 'painted'?"
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"Finger-painted. Pink and purple and all manner of colours."
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"There is paint. On the horses."
He looks a little bewildered.
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"I know."
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He smiles slightly.
"But it cannot be very comfortable for them."
He Doesn't Approve. There are few things Mercutio disapproves of, but unpleasantness to horses in one of them.
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