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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

[scots_wolf]

"I guess it's hot and sandy there, has oases and date palms?" Urquhart grins. "And camels. And fast horses."

Beat.

"He's dark brown, and very alert, so why not put coffee in his name?"

[morethanprops]

"I like that. It would suit him."

[scots_wolf]

"Ras al-Kahwa, maybe?" Urquhart says. "The coffee-head?"

[morethanprops]

"Yes, that sounds perfect."

[scots_wolf]

"So that's his name, then," Urquhart says, grinning.

He lifts his glass of whisky. "To Ras al-Kahwa! May he be alert and useful for a long time!"

[morethanprops]

"And keep us from getting caught." Moist clinks Urquhart's glass and then kisses him.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart kisses him back, then sips his whisky. "May he continue to be such a good accomplice!"

[morethanprops]

"And maybe we be ever profitable on the Disc."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart smiles, drinks, and kisses him again.-