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Faith's not certain what Kitty's plans for Edmund entail, but the phrase Won't be back for a while probably means it's gonna be good fun for both of them.

Never one to stand in the way of romance or intercourse, she has agreed to take Ed's bartending shift for the night.

Which is why she's behind the bar, clad in a very short red leather miniskirt and matching (backless) halter top, nervous and trying to hide it.

The specials board reads as follows:

Pyro

Nitro

Mad Bomber

Absent Friend

Non-alcoholic Special: Hot chocolate

What'll it be?

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"Because you're lickable."

The hand slips away with a strangled noise from the other side of the counter.

Faith snickers softly.

"Sorry."

No she isn't.

A tiny princess pats his back and grins at Faith.

"Did you try to drink the Scotch again, Garion?"

He looks at her sourly.

"No, of course not. That was a...special circumstance, you know."

He looks to his wife carefully.

"Could you tell her I'm not......................lickable?"

Faith grins back at her.

"I was just telling him he's gorgeous. I think I broke him."

The Imperial Princess arches a delicate eyebrow.

"Whyever should I tell her such a thing, dearest? I have enjoyed licking you many times myself."

Her eyes twinkle at Faith. She's having way too much fun already.

Another strangled cry that's almost the plainative whine of a wolf.

Faith grins.

"See, Garion? You're outnumbered. And it sounds like she knows from experience."

Ce'Nedra nods sagely, and then pats Garion's back again.

"Oh dear, that sounds terrible. Perhaps you should go lie down while I make some of Lady Polgara's throat elixir for you. I've been practicing."

He looks up at Ce'Nedra.

"I'm fine." he practically growls, "And I'd rather not take some of that elixir. You've gotten the 'tastes horrible' part down pat, but not the rest. You almost killed that plant I brought into our room with your last attempt."

Faith raises her eyebrows and moves to serve somebody else.

Domestic squabbles. Bad.

Ce'Nedra blushes hotly in embarrassment. Garion was just so STUPID sometimes she couldn't bare it. Yes, she had teased him a little, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, and she had even found a tactful way to change the subject for him and he had responded with abject cruelty. It simply was not to be born!

Her eyes begin to tear up and her lip starts to tremble before she reaches back and slaps Garion across the face. She manages to dash out the back door and slam it behind her before the sobbing starts.

He blinks for just a moment before sighing tiredly, giving Faith an apologetic look, and chasing after her. He catches her a moment later, grabbing her arm and pulling her back around as gently as he can.

"Ce'Nedra, what was--you hit me! Why did you..."

And then he shut up because he had a feeling anything else he said would get him in even more trouble.

She wriggles away from him and is up the nearest tree faster than a squirrel. Once seated, she procedes to throw acorns at Garion's head. It doesn't really matter whether or not that tree originally produced acorns.

"You don't love me! How can you be so stupid, you wretched farmboy!?!"

He growls up at her and rolls his eyes.

"Well, excuse me, your Imperial Majesty. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to fight back as the two of you were...totally inappropriate!"

She gapes at him a moment. He really is that stupid!

"You great Alorn oaf! I changed the subject very cleverly for you and you respond with viciousness."

"I wasn't vicious! I was honest! I had to talk to that plant for an hour before it recovered."

Garion? Not so good at getting it.

"And how was I supposed to know you were changing the subject to help me. It just seemed like you were going to make fun of me some more!"

She chucks the biggest acorn she can find at him for that little jibe.

"I'm doing my best! Those potions are difficult and I haven't had five thousand years of practice!"

No, he really is not.

"I had to keep the tone or I would have appeared rude to your friend!"

He sighs and lets his head drop.

"I'm sorry, all right? And...to be honest, I used to think I might die when she made me swallow them sometimes, so you're probably on the right track."

He looks up at her and gives her a pathetic, apologetic look.

"And I love you, so...please come down? I didn't mean to hurt you, Ce'Nedra. I didn't understand."

She melts at the statement of affection and her chen trembles and she scrambles down the tree and throws herself into her husband's arms.

He holds her close and kisses her cheek before holding her tightly. Hearing her in pain, knowing he'd caused it...he'd genuinely hurt her and it was painful knowing that. He loved his wife, loved her like he loved nothing else, and having her back in his arms, was the way things were supposed to be more than anything else the Prophecy might say or insist on.

"I'm sorry."

She clutches him and buries her face in his chest.

"I'm sorry too."

Normally she liked having a good fight with Garion, and would have carried the sniffling and pouting on longer, but Milliways was still just a little too frightening to her to play those games for long. She needs the security of their relationship more than she needs a game right now.

He nods and lifts her up, carrying her easily through the door and through the bar, up the stairs and into their room. He lays her down on the bed and kisses either cheek.

"I love you, Ce'Nedra. No matter what anyone else can say or wear or do, I love you and you're the only one I'm really watching."

She beams at him, blushes a little, and cups his face to pull him down for a gentle kiss.

"I love you too, Garion. Come to bed."

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