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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is leaning in a corner, observing people and eating peaches.-


[[OOC: Minimal post is minimal; recycled post is recycled.-]]

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[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: Slow tags are slow? ^_^]


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."

[scots_wolf]

"Hello, Kate," Urquhart says, grinning at her.

She's far too nice to constantly stick together with Gene Hunt anyway!

"You can make all sorts of things with peaches. Want some?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Oh, she has her moments.

"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."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits at her table, and puts a basket of peaches on it.

His grin looks almost like a challenge.

[ikissdhimbck]

She immediately reaches for a peach, closing her eyes as she takes in a deep lungful of sweet perfume.

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."

[scots_wolf]

"I guess it would take some time to make them," Urquhart says. "Peaches are a wonderful fruit. I neglected them for too long, in favour of more fancy things."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Depends," Kate shrugs, carefully picking through the basket. "The jarrin' process takes some time, but I'd make 'em all season back home. They're just as good fresh, though the longer they sit the better the juices get."

She wags a finger at him.

"An' a pie or cobbler is quick as a lick t'whip up."

[scots_wolf]

"I must admit," Urquhart says, "I don't even know what a cobbler is."

He looks at her.

"I guess that's very backwards and medieval of me."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Terribly," she agrees, with an overdone measure of solemnity. "I honestly don't know how you've lived."

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."

[scots_wolf]

"I admit to being a medieval barbarian," Urquhart says, "but now you need to tell me what a cobbler is."

[ikissdhimbck]

She laughs softly.

"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."

[scots_wolf]

"I should look up recipes," Urquhart says. "I like sweet things."

[ikissdhimbck]

"I could show you. S'been a lil' while since I've used the kitchens here, but they've got jus' about everythin'."

[not_his_pa]

William is stretched out on a couch with his knee propped up, a variety of colorful bruises and a book called Peter Jenkins and the Cricket Crime.

[scots_wolf]

"Morning," Urquhart says. "Want a peach? You look a bit the worse for wear."

[not_his_pa]

"Thank you, I would. I'm doin' better than before. I was unlucky and ran into some trouble."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart throws him a peach.

"What happened?"

[not_his_pa]

William catches it and looks down,

"I met some men who were lookin' for someone to hurt. I was who they found."

[scots_wolf]

"So they just hit you, à propos of nothing?" Urquhart says.

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.

[not_his_pa]

"I was in their way and no, thank you,"

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.

[scots_wolf]

He'd have his own posse if he wanted to.-

"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.

[not_his_pa]

"Then you're better than some men in Bisbee,"

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.

[scots_wolf]

"I guess some men in Bisbee need to be taught some lessons, then," Urquhart says. "Purely to improve them. I'm here when you have figured out how."

[not_his_pa]

"I ain't goin' to try, it'd just call more trouble down on us and things are goin' well for a change."

[scots_wolf]

"Well apart from the part where you were badly beaten up, you mean?" Urquhart says.