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Now, it's just a right lovely evenin', wouldn't you find yourself sayin'?

One've them where somewhere round about the place there's some fool of a poet tryin' to write up the evenin' in iambic pentameter, or maybe as a sestina. Or a sestina in iambic pentameter, it surely wouldn't surprise me none at all.

Meanwhile, while them poets get into a fight over rhyme schemes, over here by the fire there's that fool of a fellow Rabbit, sprawled 'cross one've them couches, with wood an' knife an' cigarette in hand.

How he manages to balance all three without droppin' somethin', stabbin' hisself in the foot, or settin' his own hair on fire, reckon I couldn't tell you even if he managed to explain it t'me.

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After a moment, Antigone picks up the fuzz or fur or whatever it is, feeling it between her fingers. She gives Charles an almost-smile of encouragement.

Well, as encouraging as she gets.

He shrugs a little. "I'm at college, studying science like my parents; this place usually shows up in my dorm room." He smiles. "Antigone was kind enough to welcome me here, when I first came."

"Now that's gotta be a right pain when you're just tryin' t'sleep," he says, mildly.

Antigone glances at him sharply, then realizes that he is talking about the dorm room, not about meeting her.

She thinks.

His smile widens. "I don't mind it too much. I like coming here."

"That so?" he asks, so very innocently. "Why's that?"

Antigone elbows him in the ribs.

"I enjoy meeting new people."

There is a ghost of conspiracy in his smile, at this point. Boys will be boys, after all.

"Have you met so very many?"

"A few. I haven't come here often enough to meet many."

"But you've met our friend Antigone, I see."

There is, apparently, absolutely no stopping Rabbit.

Antigone despises this fact.

"Yes," she says, voice as level as she can make it. "Yes, he's met her."

If you think it's bad now, just wait an' see what he gets up to tomorrow!

Rabbit smiles over at her, right cheerful-like.

"Now, now, sweet'eart, you'd best watch that 'cause you look like Raven with his feathers all ruffled. I'm just tryin' t'find out whether or not this boy's got honorable intentions where you're concerned."

Charles blinks.

"I -- of course I do."

Antigone glares.

"Rabbit."

"Yes, sweet'eart?"

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

Just ask his keywords.

He is the Very Picture of Innocence.

Charles is quietly watching, back to being a little puzzled and a little amused.

Maybe a little more with the amused, now.

"You needn't protect my honor," she says, with that lift of her chin that is so ingrained after a lifetime of being a princess.

"So?"

Rather cheerfully, actually.

"Don't mean I don't think so."

Charles shakes his head. "I promise you, Antigone and her honor are safe from me."

Antigone rolls her eyes.

So, so much.

And is not secretly pleased.

Oh, sure she ain't.

"Well, now," Rabbit drawls, tearing his gaze away from Antigone to go back to studyin' that Charlie fella, "ain't that a right pity."

Charles just raises his eyebrows.

"I suppose that depends on how you look at it."

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