Two Guys walk into a Bar.

[landlesslord]

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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[landlesslord]

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

Guy is a little scandalised.

[queenofmay]

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."

[landlesslord]

"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!

[queenofmay]

"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.

[landlesslord]

"I could have pastries every day!"

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

[queenofmay]

"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."

[landlesslord]

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

[queenofmay]

"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."

[landlesslord]

:O

Guy is somewhere between shocked and horrified.

"That's terrible!"

[queenofmay]

"It's not all that bad. You get used to it."

It's part of growing up, really.

[landlesslord]

The boy does not look convinced.

"I do not like turnips."

Which is the obvious thing to say. Of course.

[queenofmay]

"I am not-" Marian let her eyes look up, though she didn't move her face much. "-overly fond of them. Either."

But she was not overly several things she went at with a smile daily.

[landlesslord]

"Or cabbage."

That warrants a little nose scrunched up in disgust. Cabbage is terrible.

And when you share a bed with your big brother, who delights in holding the covers over your head when passing wind...

Well. It is more than a little unpleasant.

[queenofmay]

She didn't have any massive qualms with that one.

But his face about it was rather adorable.


"Anything else? Or just the two?"

[landlesslord]

"Onions."

He thinks a little harder.

"Cauliflower."

[queenofmay]

Marian had to smother a small laugh in her fingers.

"All vegetables? Or are there some that you do not dislike?"

[landlesslord]

That is a good question. A good question that deserves an accurate answer.

An accurate answer does take a lot of thinking on Guy's part. Mostly trying to think of a vegetable he does like.

A lot of thinking.

[queenofmay]

It's really rather adorable, and it takes effort not to reach out and brush his hair.

[landlesslord]

"...not sure." Guy finally reaches his answer.

It might be that he cannot think of many vegetables, being distracted by thoughts of pies and cakes and cheese and ham.

[queenofmay]

"Perhaps, you can think of it for next time, then," Marian said, easily.

[landlesslord]

"Maybeee."

The slightly dubious answer (Guy does not like thinking about vegetables) is accompanied by quite a large yawn for so small a boy.

Is that a post-cake sugar crash on the horizon?

[queenofmay]

Not quite sure, especially with her audience, she asked, "Should we send you home, to bed, then? Or get you a room?"

[landlesslord]

"'m not tired." He answered, yawning again.

[queenofmay]

"Of course not," Marian shook her head, bemused. Wondering if this really would be a pattern, apparently. A little teasingly, as she reached out to stroke his cheek lightly. "Are you only yawning because you must, then?"

[landlesslord]

"Wasn't yawning," he tried to insist. "I was..."

Hmm. He blinked a little to wake his eyelids up. Naughty eyelids. Trying to close.

"...eating...invisible apples!"