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This would be the second time he's been at the door to Milliways with a large, sharp object except this time the object in question is an axe and he's a great deal less focused.

Or rather, over focused.

Or rather, overloaded.

"Wood? Fire? Warm? Baby!"

...no, that's probably the most intelligent thing he's going to say till he meets his son. For the moment, however, he's staring around as if he'd just woken up, blinking and trying to process the bar that seems to have replaced the firewood pile and the chopping stump.

[ooc: for those who've read the Malloreon, I'm sure you can tell what this is: Geran is in the middle of being born. For those who haven't, here's the short story: Garion is completely and utterly gone right now. His brain is overloaded. Think of it as a bezerker gone backwards; he can only process the simplest of ideas or commands and everything is, for the moment, ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT. Feel free to stop by and confuse him, mock him, or try and remind him that he should probably go home and check on his wife. For anyone who'd like to read how it happened in the books, click here for a laugh.]

~~[ooc: for about a half an hour, I must travel home. back for more crack soon]~~ [...the guy at the store I went to was SPECIAL. I apologize for the delay but hey *grins* NEW CANON!]

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"You told me about the baby," Charlie assures him. "Does your room have a fireplace?"

He blinks.

"Don't know. Could make one."

He shakes his head.

"Room warm. Fire. Wood. Baby!"

Charlie OBVIOUSLY doesn't get the bit about his baby.

"Yes. Baby. But. I think Bernard would not take kindly to you hacking a fireplace into your room, to say nothing of the people in the room above you."

Blink.

"Bernard? Bernard's in Riva?"

"Oh! I thought she was giving birth here. Um. That makes more sense, now. You're king, you can hack up all the walls you want."

"Of course!"

He's far too cheerful about that. Then again, when he wants something, he's quite willing to blow holes into other people's walls. Just ask Zakath in a few years.

"Though I also don't know how the trees in the forbidden forest would feel about being hacked up, even for your baby. Jack is always pretty insistent that they're, um, picky."

...

That was FAR too complex for Garion at this point.

So he's just staring.

"Trees." Charlie makes tree-gestures.

Just go with it, okay?

"Angry." He makes a "Grr!" face. "If you--" He makes hacking motions.

...the staring hasn't stopped.

"Wolftrees?"

Charlie blinks back. "Um. No?"

More blinking.

"Let's go find you some firewood," Charlie says with a sigh.

"Firewood! For the fire!"

There's something he can pick up on.

"Yes. For the fire.

"I have to go put some boots on. Don't take the axe to anything indoors, right?"

He nods at near sonic speeds.

Charlie hurries upstairs and comes back with boots and a few more layers under his sweatshirt.

Real friends risk blisters on their geeetar-playin' hands.

"Wood now," he says to Garion. "For the fire."

Wasn't Charlie just BRILLIANT?! So helpful too!

"Of Course!"

"Outside," Charlie says, encouraging him towards the back door. Hopefully they can find a tree willing to share.

He blinks.

But there were WOLFTREES out there. Better they go where he knows exactly what sort of trees there are...

He turns around and heads out the door back to Riva.