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[horriblyinlove.livejournal.com]

So, an Italian walks into a bar and meets a Dane. They get some spiced ale together and go sit at a table, where they have polite conversation about one thing and another, and marvel at the weird futuristic gadgetry around them.

Wait... that's not very funny.

But it is a good way of pointing out that Benedick of Padua and Guildenstern of Denmark are sharing a table and that either or both are available for conversation.

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[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

Mun fangirls Guildenstern madly and wildly. And envies his mun. Madly and wildly.

Castle, on the other hand, does not share his mun's desire to bear Guil's snarky Danish children, and so merely nods politely at both of them.

[outofdepth.livejournal.com]

Benedick nods back curtly.

Guildenstern, however, is rather more oblivious.

"Take this man, for instance," he says a bit too loudly. "It just illustrates my point. Those strange trousers. See them everywhere. Can't see the point of them. They look terribly uncomfortable."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"But they don't have a codpiece," Lee points out, "and so they don't look as stupid as yours."

Mun likes the codpiece.

[outofdepth.livejournal.com]

"Look stupid they may, but be assured they offer... protections far beyond yours, good sir."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"I always thought codpieces would be less protective," he says thoughtfully. Mostly thinking about how he can't believe he's really having this discussion with someone he's only just met.

[outofdepth.livejournal.com]

"You'll have thought wrong," Guildenstern assures him. "If you like, I can offer you a practical demonstration."

[not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com]

"That isn't very sporting of you, if I'm allegedly not as well-defended." He still doesn't believe it. "Sorry I dissed your codpiece. There."