"Forgive me. I wonder if there is something—gone awry."
"Not a bit of it," he returned cheerfully. "Jon is only building a shelf to house a newly-acquired treasure."
Aelliana's head turned back toward Jon, hair shimmering. "A tea-tin?" she asked, bemusement sounding clearly. Daav grinned.
"Damn me if you're not as bad as he is!" Jon cried, sweeping his unencumbered hand toward the taller man. "This isn't just any tea-tin, math teacher, this is a gift from Master Trader Er Thom yos'Galan, honored son of the exalted House of Korval! What've you to say now, eh?"
Aelliana cuddled Patch absently against her. "It's a very pretty tea-tin," she offered after a moment.
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So I'm re-reading Scout's Progress...
2008-07-17 14:51 (UTC)"Forgive me. I wonder if there is something—gone awry."
"Not a bit of it," he returned cheerfully. "Jon is only building a shelf to house a newly-acquired treasure."
Aelliana's head turned back toward Jon, hair shimmering. "A tea-tin?" she asked, bemusement sounding clearly. Daav grinned.
"Damn me if you're not as bad as he is!" Jon cried, sweeping his unencumbered hand toward the taller man. "This isn't just any tea-tin, math teacher, this is a gift from Master Trader Er Thom yos'Galan, honored son of the exalted House of Korval! What've you to say now, eh?"
Aelliana cuddled Patch absently against her. "It's a very pretty tea-tin," she offered after a moment.