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fandomhigh2010-05-16 08:30 pm
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Library, Monday [5/17]
Gabrielle had managed to miss out on the convention over the weekend, courtesy of a trip home -- it had been her birthday on Saturday, and Xena had insisted on her coming home for it.
For the now-traditional day full of practical jokes, of course.
She'd gotten the mud washed out of her hair, and the pink lemonade (shut up, they had that in ancient Greece) in the trick cup Xena'd slipped her at that tavern had washed out of her top without much trouble, but the palms of her hands were still bright red from the ink-soaked trick rope.
. . . sigh. At least it had been done out of love, and only by one person. Gabrielle was really just glad Xena hadn't thought to tell any of her friends here to prank her, either. Even a bard of such capacious patience as she had could only take so much.
Oh, who was she kidding? It had been fun, and Gabrielle was definitely humming in her cheerful, tuneless way as she went about her tasks. Not even a particularly snappish volume on plant life in the tundra (thank the gods for tough leather boots) was going to damp her mood.
For the now-traditional day full of practical jokes, of course.
She'd gotten the mud washed out of her hair, and the pink lemonade (shut up, they had that in ancient Greece) in the trick cup Xena'd slipped her at that tavern had washed out of her top without much trouble, but the palms of her hands were still bright red from the ink-soaked trick rope.
. . . sigh. At least it had been done out of love, and only by one person. Gabrielle was really just glad Xena hadn't thought to tell any of her friends here to prank her, either. Even a bard of such capacious patience as she had could only take so much.
Oh, who was she kidding? It had been fun, and Gabrielle was definitely humming in her cheerful, tuneless way as she went about her tasks. Not even a particularly snappish volume on plant life in the tundra (thank the gods for tough leather boots) was going to damp her mood.