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[scots_wolf]

[[From here]]

The door opens, and Urquhart and Moist come in, carrying several bags -- carpet bags, saddle bags, bags of coin, and a bucket of freshly caught fish.

Urquhart is wearing rough leather trousers, a billowy yellow silk shirt, and a huge double headed axe. He's got his arm around Moist, who is grinning like the cat who got not only one canary but a cageful.


Franz is jumping around them, barking cheerfully, happy to be with both his humans, and back in the place he knows best.

They are all in a very good mood.

Comments

[beatoftheworld]

"Who said anything about seduction?" he wonders aloud.

[scots_wolf]

"Not your type?" Urquhart says.

[beatoftheworld]

"Not the type I usually get a drink out of. Got sex on the brain?"

[scots_wolf]

"You have a type in people you scrounge drinks from?" Urquhart says. "Wow, you are peculiar."

[beatoftheworld]

"Not half as much as you, you're the one carrying dead fish. Seriously?"

[scots_wolf]

"Of course," Urquhart says. "I caught them. They're dinner."

[beatoftheworld]

"They stink."

[scots_wolf]

"No, they don't," Urquhart says. "They're very, very fresh, and before I go up for more private entertainment, I'll put them in the freezer and in the smoke, respectively, in the kitchen."