Lunch-Thursday

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Ixcoose-a zee leteness. I slept in.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peezza

-Teter Tuts

-Seled

-Pooddeeng

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[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn couldn't believe he was this... dense? Was that the right word?

She tapped his cheek again. "Then quit asking for it."

[forgottenpants]

Three! Three times!

"You'd best be glad that I don't believe in strikin' a woman, girlie. Also that I happen to enjoy such behavior."

His eyes, miraculously, stayed up.

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

She didn't look the least bit sorry.

"My name, is Gwynn. And if you don't want to get hit again, you will remember that my eyes are not on my shirt.... or down it."

The she grinned at him.

[forgottenpants]

Pete studied her for a moment, then grinned back.

"What if I do wanna get hit again?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn looked at him and then she chuckled.

"If you want me to hit you again I am confident that you will find a way, Pete."

[forgottenpants]

Pete peered at her (face). "Your accent is English, but you got yourself a frontier attitude. Where are you from?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Briton, 1199," she said with a smile. "Where or when are you from?"

Wasn't it amazing how easily she was getting used to that response?

[forgottenpants]

"Former Oregon Territory, 1894. Are you familiar with outdoorsmanship?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn smiled. "I was raised in the forests of my land, Pete," she said with a nod.

[forgottenpants]

"Got any idea what an 'internet' is?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn shook her head. "I've heard about it, but I know very little. I keep thinking about asking someone to show me what one is."

[forgottenpants]

There were things that Pete had managed to find that he wouldn't mind showing her. . . .

"Darlin', I think this may be the beginnin' of something beautiful."

Ohhhh, but there went his eyes again. . . .

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"Pete, you have me quite intrigued."

Gwynn was liking this guy, which is why her smack wasn't nearly as hard as it should be.

"Peeeeete...."

[forgottenpants]

"Yes'm!" Pete jerked his head back up and smiled. "My apologies again, darlin'. Force o' habit."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"We'll work on it."

[forgottenpants]

"Yes'm. May I join you at your table for this mid-day meal?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn gave him a smile and a nod. "I'd be delighted if you did so."

[forgottenpants]

"Why thank you, Gwynn." Look at her face, look at her face, look at her . . . neck . . . shoulders . . . bre-- He jerked his head up all on his own and smiled. "I'm honored."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn's lips twitched as she noticed his eyes, but said nothing... and didn't smack him. After all, he had brought his eyes back to her face all on his own this time.

"So what do you think of Fandom, Pete?"

[forgottenpants]

"Well, I'm sure I do not yet know. It's a very odd place."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

Gwynn nodded.

"I agree with you there. I've been here three months and I'm still dreadfully confused about it. Two nights ago, there were several odd beings putting on a show in the common room on the third floor."

[forgottenpants]

"Odd bein's? How do you mean?"

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"The older students called them Gremlins... and there was a silver box thing that seemed very friendly. No one else in the room seemed shocked by this."

[forgottenpants]

"A friendly . . . box. You're goin' to have to show this stuff to me. . . . I have not yet been here long enough to become acquainted with the many fascinatin' new devices they've got lyin' about."

[notafairmaiden.livejournal.com]

"If we see the box again, I will definitely point him out to you," she promised. "So what is it like where you come from?"