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It is rather fortunate that Tristran and Yvaine have not been turned into animals - who knows what sort of strange ruckus the two of them might have caused as animals with very little inhibitions.

Besides, Tristran already knows exactly how it feels to be an animal, and he can't say he enjoys it very much. He's rather glad that chapter in his life is gone and done.

There are two glasses of water on their table, and Tristran has an arm draped around the star. The couple have been out of the bar, doing what they do best (which, basically, is nothing productive) and are back tonight for even more nothingness and are very much botherable if you are so inclined to meet their acquaintance.

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Tristran...doesn't really want to look in Yvaine's direction right now. He knows she's likely to berate him later, and he knew for a little while now that she didn't approve of any of this.

But...he's not going to volunteer her assistance as well. He can't. He couldn't even bear the thought of losing her, especially in some place that isn't their home.

"I'll only be gone for a bit," he says, voice low. "You could stay here. There's a lot you could do..." (He basically knows his efforts will be useless.)

She laughs briefly at Will's comment, sparing him a quick smile.

"Oh, it is not you that I am angry with - and do expect help, sir. I see no reason for you not to deserve it."

Tristran, for his part, probably shouldn't look in Yvaine's direction right now. She might lose that very fine control over the urge to scream at him like a holy terror.

"You do not honestly think that you are leaving me here," she lowers her voice as well, edgy and purposefully sweet. "I do not care if there is a lot I can do."

Will feels quite awkward and this moment and is incredibly grateful that at this point, food arrives, rather a lot of it since Bar does know Will and Tristan.

While the dishes are being set out, Will tries to think of something to say that won't cause even more trouble between Tristan and Yvaine,

"Would be grateful then, an we 'ave 'nough men with bows, 'nother 'and with a blade would be quite useful. Do ye 'ave any skill at 'ealin', milady?"

"I - I know that," Tristran says, still avoiding Yvaine's DEATH GLARE OF DOOM. "I just mean - I thought that perhaps this time...that..."

Oh, it's very much useless.

He takes a breath. "Yvaine, if something happened to you while we were there, what would I do?"

And that doesn't work the other way?

"You are being stupid," the glare intensifies and she straightens, no longer touching him, and tilts her chin. "We will discuss this later - and for now we will stop making Will uncomfortable."

Mildly commanding.

"Eat your meal, Prince Charming."

At this point, Will really doesn't know what to say, but there's food, so he'll eat.

He even forces himself to eat slower then normal to hide the fact, he really has no idea what to say here, though he does get a small idea,

"Ye ne'er did tell me 'ow ye two met."

Tristran, obeying Yvaine, takes a bite of his food, and is admittedly relieved for the subject change.

He's not looking forward to the confrontation that is to come once they head back to their room, but for now...

"Ah, well...it's a long story," Tristran starts. "A bit complicated." Not to say he doesn't want to tell it. But perhaps he'll let Yvaine ease the other young man into it - even if that means him looking bad.

"Complicated, perhaps, is putting it simply - though simple may very well be the best way to go about it."

The star shifts slightly again, leaning her back against the wall and drumming her fingers lightly along the tabletop.

"Tristran, rather stupidly enamored with a particular village pastry, decided to go on a quest through Faerie in order to retrieve a fallen star -" she waves a hand demonstratively in front of herself. "- to bring back home. Unfortunately, said star was not a glittery rock, but a - well a me who did not find it favorable to be chained to him and dragged across a forest to be some fine lady's wedding present."

She pauses, allowing Tristran an opening - or perhaps just taking a breath.

Will just blinks a bit, Yvaine has a rather interesting way of telling a story, then nods and continues eating, it seems simpler that way.

Tristran opens his mouth, then closes it again.

"Well, perhaps crudely told, but mostly true," he says, then tries to include more detail into the tale. "I was indeed, foolishly in love with a girl from my home, a village called Wall. She told me that she would give me whatever my heart desired if I found the fallen star we both saw one evening for her."

He reaches for his drink, then resumes. "I...did manage to find the star, but was surprised to find that while in Faerie, the star was not at all a hunk of rock, but a girl. A...Yvaine. She had fallen and broken her leg, but I was only thinking to bring her back to Victoria, because I had promised her.

"A lot of time passed while we tried to get back to Wall, and during that time, during all that danger, what with Witches trying to capture her, and my uncles trying to find their fortune, we - I managed to learn what my heart really did...desire. And it wasn't Victoria at all."

Oh yeah, nice move there Casanova. Try and butter up the pissy girlfriend with sweet words, why don't you?

Well, try all you like, it's not going to work.

No sir! Not even a little.

"I was getting there," she mutters, voice softening the slightest bit. "As Tristran has said, there were witches and pirates, birds of extraordinary size and an entire village of brazen harpies who were all too fond of poetry - and, in the end, well in the end Tristran Thorn was rather stuck with the grouchy bit of glittery female for the rest of his life."

A mild glare, "Whether he likes it or not."

Another nod from Will as he looks between them, hiding his smile as he drinks,

"Sounds like ye stepped into a tale then, yer love must be rather powerful to 'ave pulled ye through it all."

Will's just trying to help Tristan, really.

Aaand Tristran really, really appreciates Will's help. Oh, yes. Because a pissy Yvaine is never a fun one.

He nods, allowing himself to smile a bit. "It is, and it was." He doesn't remember much, but there are the bits during his time as a dormouse when Yvaine had taken good care of him.

Will's comment coaxes something of a smile - a knowing one, perhaps, but a smile all the same. Sometimes Tristran needs all the help that he can get.

"It is far simpler to read a bedtime story than to be in one," her lips quirk slightly. "Though I am sure that you know that well yourself."

Her posture eases slightly, hands folding in her lap.

"In the end, I am his. Where he goes," she murmurs pointedly. "I follow."

He gives an answering smile to the line about a bedtime story which is quite true before speaking again,

"Then will be 'onored to 'ave ye both aidin' us in Sherwood. I spend most o'me days outside sparrin' or workin' at the archery range if ye would wish to join me an will probably be leavin' in a few days, once I'm sure o'who will be with me."

Tristran would further argue the 'both of them going to Sherwood' issue, but he isn't going to in front of Will.

"Sure," he says with a nod and an easy smile. Then he continues to eat and drink, more or less in contemplative silence.

Will, for his part, gains himself a rather bright smile from the star. At least someone here realizes that she's going to be winning this argument.

Smart man, that Will Scarlet.

"Tristran has mentioned resuming adventures anyhow," she shrugs. "It is better to make them useful, yes?"

He answers the smile from Yvaine and gives a bit of a grin to Tristan as he eats, Will did the best that he could,

"Aye, tis an Sherwood will be grateful for yer 'elp after all."

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