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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:31:58 GMT -5
*Sorcha half-smiled at the display, which was lavish by her standards. The chickens her family kept had more use in the eggs they laid, and were only eaten when they were old and unable to lay any more. To say nothing of the fudge--sweets were few, even at Christmas. Sugar was expensive and there were many mouths to feed in the MacNamara house, and Kathy insisted that those mouths be filled with wholesome food sooner than too many sweets to make them ill.
She sat down gingerly beside Liam on the blanket and took one of the apples.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:34:18 GMT -5
"Oh, and my mother gave me a camera. She was going to give it to me at Christmas, but forgot. She's a smidge scatterbrained. A lot scatterbrained, actually." *He said pleasantly, picking it up in one hand and taking a bite of his apple with another.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:35:44 GMT -5
"A camera? Oh! I've read about those!" *she rose to her knees, looking on with interest as she munched at her apple.* "How does it work?"
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:36:54 GMT -5
*He turned it over so that it was upright and grinned, snapping a picture of her biting the apple and reaching toward the camera.*
"Like that."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:38:45 GMT -5
"LIAM!" *she shrieked.* "YOU DIDN'T!" *she dropped the apple and pressed one hand over her face while the other reached blindly for the camera.* "I look like a WRECK!" *she wailed. She was still in her ragged work clothes with a rag tied about her hair.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:41:05 GMT -5
"Oh you do not." *He said, grinning and taking another picture of her angry glare.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:43:11 GMT -5
"Give me the camera. Give it to me!" *she demanded, taking a swipe at it, but Liam held it just out of her reach, laughing as she grit her teeth and sat back on her heels.*
"Ye'd try the patience of a saint, ye would, Liam de Winter," *she said, crossing her arms.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:44:38 GMT -5
*He handed it over, still grinning maddeningly.*
"Well, my mother hasn't disowned me yet."
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:45:36 GMT -5
*She snapped a picture of him with that infuriating grin, catching on to how the camera worked quite quickly.*
"Cheeky," *she muttered.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:47:12 GMT -5
"Evidently." *Then he pretty much dove on her and glomped her, snatching the camera and snapping a photo of the both of them by holding it out.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:50:00 GMT -5
*Sorcha burst out laughing, clutching at her stomach as she lay back on the blanket, the rag coming loose from the glomping and leaving her shimmering hair spread about her shoulders in wild abandon.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:51:42 GMT -5
*He got distracted and let her fiddle with the camera while he cut himself two slices of bread and spooned some chicken salad onto them. Then he took a big bite out of it.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:52:24 GMT -5
*Sorcha grinned, seeing he had a gigantic glob of chicken salad clinging to his cheek and stealthily took a picture of it.*
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Post by Liam on Feb 7, 2008 18:53:19 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes as he wiped his face with one of the napkins.*
"Well that's going to make a lovely photo. You could sell it to the London tabloids and make a fortune." *He teased.*
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Post by Sorcha on Feb 7, 2008 18:54:24 GMT -5
"Heir to the de Winter millions caught with suspicious white viscous substance dripping down his chin. I can see the headline now."
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