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milliways_bar2011-08-23 08:56 pm
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Urquhart is leaning in a corner, observing people and eating peaches.-
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It's the snack that catches Kate's eye, though it's been some time since she last saw the man. She smirks crookedly, feeling adventurous for once.
"Y'know, those'd make a fine cobbler."
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She's far too nice to constantly stick together with Gene Hunt anyway!
"You can make all sorts of things with peaches. Want some?"
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"Hello, Mr. Urquhart," she grins, nodding him an invitation to join her at her table. "I happen t'be somewhat proficient at makin' things with peaches. Miss Bar's been offerin' some fine fruit this season."
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His grin looks almost like a challenge.
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She catches sight of his grin, and her expression turns devious to match.
"My spiced peaches were blue ribbon winners back home. Everyone in town wanted a jar."
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She wags a finger at him.
"An' a pie or cobbler is quick as a lick t'whip up."
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He looks at her.
"I guess that's very backwards and medieval of me."
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If he sees the corner of her mouth twitch into a smile, he's only imagining things.
"Any good Englishman would probably have the same t'say 'bout me. Out West, bakin' a traditional pie can be difficult. So, you got cobblers."
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"Well, since you asked so nicely. A cobbler is fruit, butter, an' a sweet biscuit crust. It's thicker an' fluffier than a pie."
Beat.
"An' I'd never call you a barbarian."
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"What happened?"
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"I met some men who were lookin' for someone to hurt. I was who they found."
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He shrugs.
"Would you like me to see to them? A hundred dollars, and a bottle of good whiskey, and I will."
He doesn't work for less, as then, it would be murder.
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William's not sure if he should be grateful or worried by how many people have offered to take care of these men for him.
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"If you're in somebody's way, they should ask you to step aside," Urquhart shrugs. "Even I wouldn't just beat up anybody at random."
Just with a good reason.
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He probably could and while he's grateful people care enough, its terrifying to think of all the effects if he let them into Bisbee.
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