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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 17:29:48 GMT -5
*Lizzie's eyes narrowed knowingly and she plunked the flower out of her hair and sniffed it.*
"Ya boys...always so mysterious about yer lady friends."
*She batted her eyelashes.*
"Can I at least know...the color of 'er eyes?" *Lizzie pleaded playfully.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 17:37:43 GMT -5
"Brown," *said Kip firmly.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 17:47:28 GMT -5
"Thank you." *Lizzie said with a grin. She rewarded him with a small chunk of bacon from the batch that was cooling on a nearby plate.*
"Now was that so hard?"
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 17:56:25 GMT -5
"Not at all," *he said with a grin, crunching the bacon as Jamie slunk in, unshaven, and Jake appeared in perky contrast, whistling a tune and looking somehow smarter than usual, even if he was just in his work clothes.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 30, 2008 18:05:50 GMT -5
"Mornin' boys." *Lizzie said all too brightly, her eyes lingering on Jake for a moment. She started to set out breakfast; bacon, eggs and flapjacks with honey.*
"Glad to see some of 'ya got good sleep. Did 'ya a world of good."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 31, 2008 9:12:44 GMT -5
"Thanks Liz," *said Jake, tucking into his mound of food. Jamie, ever the quiet one, said nothing but nodded gratefully as he began to stuff his face, and Kip was ahead of them both, shoving whole flapjacks in his mouth at an astonishing rate.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 31, 2008 9:27:08 GMT -5
"Soo...."
*Lizzie was all grins as she sat and managed to wrestle some grub.*
"Does anyone have anything...interesting planned for the day?"
*Her eyes drifted over the boys, lingering on two in particular.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 31, 2008 9:53:07 GMT -5
"Imma be...out...fer dinner, Liz."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 31, 2008 9:55:48 GMT -5
"Oh." *Lizzie was still grinning wickedly, but did her best not to push too hard. But he was still her brother.*
"Would 'ya be wantin' me to save 'ya some supper if yer gonna be workin' late again?"
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 31, 2008 11:07:47 GMT -5
"Naw, I'll, uh...I'll git somethin' t'eat."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 31, 2008 11:11:33 GMT -5
*Lizzie blinked sweetly, trying to encourage him on.*
"Well...I'm glad that yer gettin' fed."
*She tried not to giggle as she stuffed flapjacks into her mouth, content to stare at Jake across the table expectantly until the others caught on or he fessed up.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 31, 2008 12:03:34 GMT -5
"I'm gonna marry that girl from the circus. Lark. Bonnie Bullet to some," *announced Jake as he finished off his eggs, gulped the last of his coffee and grabbed a crisp piece of bacon as he left the table, grabbing his hat and coat off a peg before fleeing the scene.*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Jul 31, 2008 12:05:33 GMT -5
*Kip sat still for a moment in dead silence, then he stood, went over to the cookstove and stuffed the bundle of flowers into the flames, where the green stems and fragrant flowers crackled and smoked. Slamming the stove door, he stalked out of the house without a word.*
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 31, 2008 12:21:26 GMT -5
*Lizzie just sat there, mouth agape with flapjack half-fallen. That wasn't at all what she'd been expecting. How could she? Why would Jake ask a girl to marry him without introducing her first? This was just all too peculiar. Remembering to swallow, she finished her bite and took the three sets of dishes to the sink, feeling suddenly worse than she had a few minutes before. How could something that should be so good, feel so bad?*
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Post by Kip Quinn on Oct 6, 2008 17:38:32 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Kip swung through the back door.*
"Are we gettin' this show on the road 'r not? Preacher's got a funeral t'do at four."
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