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[valiantrebel]

[OOM: Practice talking to girls]

Trapped. That's what Harry's been these many weeks past, and of his own doing too -- that's not to be denied. The more he must smile and bow and expend his manners, the more he wishes for a horse and a sword and a Scottish border raid. When a door in Philippa de Coucy's house opens into Milliways instead of yet another solar full of nursemaids and noble daughters, to say his relief is palpable is only to concede to the limits of language.

So, though his hair is combed and he's trussed up in his finest visiting suit, it's a pretty good time to meet young Harry Percy. He's making a beeline for the Bar, intent on trying some new food or drink that's beyond the scope of his era. Go on. Ask him how his quest for a wife is going.

11 PM CST Oh no, guys! You're wonderful; I have to go to sleep. Will tag up tomorrow!

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[valiantrebel]

"Maybe there will be another war..." A guy can always hope!

[sunbaked_baker]

"Maybe," she says, with a slight smile. "Or you might find someone you wouldn't mind marrying."

"In any case, you can't fight Scots here."

While Rae knows that Urquhart can take care of himself, Hotspur would likely find himself on the business end of a serving tray upside the head if he tried anything rash (Our Hotspur? Rash? Say it ain't so!).

[valiantrebel]

His expression conveys volumes about how likely he considers that possibility.

"Nay, I have been schooled. I have no particular murderous intent towards Scotland. 'Tis only that they are who is most often there. What is a Percy without a Scot to try him?"

He's... not actually contradicting himself? It just sounds that way!

[sunbaked_baker]

"You fight them because they're there to be fought?" she grins. Rae knows some people like that.

[valiantrebel]

He smirks. "In so many words. And because they are a proxy for France, and so as an Englishman I must fight them by default."

[sunbaked_baker]

"And why go to France to fight when there are Scots within spitting distance?"

It's... well, it's an argument she can understand, even if she has nothing against either the French, the Scottish, or the English.

[valiantrebel]

"I would go to France. 'Tis not a matter of distance. Yet someone must keep the border. If we do not, it shall not be the Nevilles, or York, or any of the other families."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Doing it because someone has to, then, and it just so happens to suit your temperament."

[valiantrebel]

He grins. "I count myself a lucky man."