milliways_bar | Two Guys walk into a Bar.

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Two Guys walk into a Bar.

Well. Not quite. There is one Guy is holed up in an otherwise empty booth, referencing the current state of Milliways against the last chapter in the book he is reading.

There is, however, a small face peeking around the Door. He seems to have found the magic room that hides in his home once again. It is a shame that his brother and sisters are not near so that they can see he was telling the truth before.

Still, that does not mean he cannot see if the

queenofmay is still here. It's with this in mind that the small boy enters and hovers next to the Door.

[OOC: Two Guys. One dead, one tiny. Have either one, the other or both!]

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That is the expression of a very happy, excited little boy.

"Would you?" Guy practically licks his lips in anticipation of a sweet berry pie, before declaring, "I would be very good."

He has discovered that sometimes he has missed out on treats because he has not been as good a boy as he should be. He does not like missing out on treats.

Marian smiled, repressing a laugh, as she shook her head. "Are you not very good, already?"

Except the words had fallen out of her mouth, before she could take them back. Before she could question once more, how something so small and so innocent could become the man likely watching her from across the room still.

"I am good!!!"

YES. There shall be no jeopardising of a maybe trip to the fair.

"But Mama and Cook do not like me to eat the pastries in the pantry."

He thinks carefully.

"Or play with the dogs in the mud."

This time she does laugh, softly, it escaping first. Before she reached out out to tuck some of his wayward hair behind his ear. "They probably do know what is is best. Do you have many dogs?"

One small hand is produced and one, two, three, four, five fingers are counted out before a second hand appeared.

A single thumb extended from the second fist before Guy wrinkled his nose and frowned a little at his hands.

Has he forgotten anyone?

He doesn't think so.

"This many!" Guy turned his hands to show Marian. "But they are Papa's dogs really."

"Six," it's a gentle prompt, and it's only when she leans against the couch, that she realizes she's getting carried away in this. Questions whether that is smart. Feels that elastic tension that makes her want to glance over her shoulder.

"Do you have a favorite?"

Neither Guy seems to share Marian's concern. The elder has merely assumed if anything he needed to worry about happens on the other side of the room...he would remember it.

The younger is excited to be with his princess and unconcerned with other things.

He shook his head. "Not s'posed to. Papa says that they are for hunting and not playing."

On the other hand, the dogs are still quite young and have grown up with a small Guy peering at them. It might be that they consider him an oddly shaped brother.

"Do you never play with them, then?"

Guy looks a little guilty.

"Maybe."

Marian smiled at that tiny admission. "My father used to tell me the same about our horses." She sat up more regally, looking down faintly imperious, before the small secret smile broke the appearance a little. "Marian, he would say, They are for working, not playing."

"That is what Papa says!!"

The slightly doubtful expression on the boys face shows what he thinks of that.

"But sometimes," he whispered loudly. "The dogs tell me it is playtime."

Marian leaned down, bemused at her own involvement in this. "Shall I tell you a secret?"

Guy's eyes widen almost comically as he nods hurriedly.

"You will have to keep this to yourself." Though she doubts anyone in the world could miss if it now, Marian leaned, at least as far, as her arm along the back of the couch. "but I do not believe I have ever looked at a horse and though only of work, in the whole of my life."

But Marian is a grown up!

Guy's little mouth falls open in amazement.

And then is quickly covered by both hands in case the secret falls out.

He is far too cute. Marian had to tuck her smile behind her hand. "It's true. Though my father finds different words to complain about it now."

Or at least he did. When they had a house. And horses.

"Your papa still scolds you?" But Marian is big! Big people do not get scolded!

Guy is a little scandalised.

He looks so baffled, it's almost impossible not to smile at. "I believe that age really has nothing on the doting protectiveness of a parent."

"My papa won't scold me when I grow up." He declared. He will be big then and allowed to eat all the pastries he likes!

"No," Marian agreed, with an oddly sobered smile. "He won't."

For so many reasons. Marian wasn't even sure the greatest of them would be that his father would not live to see him grown. The man was now likely wouldn't have stood for it in a family member, if he couldn't even in a best friend.

"I could have pastries every day!"

For breakfast and dinner and all the time! It seems like a marvellous idea to Guy.

"Could, yes." Marian agreed, even as her shoulders trembled with the laugh that didn't quite make it out. "Though I do doubt that you will."

"Don't you eat all the things you like?" he asked, puzzled.

"Rarely." She reached out and tapped his nose lightly. "I grew up. I have to eat all those things that are best for me, too."

:O

Guy is somewhere between shocked and horrified.

"That's terrible!"

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