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Post by Sorcha on Apr 21, 2009 12:13:18 GMT -5
"Shunnurp," she mumbled around a crunching mouthful of peas, hugging the colander protectively.
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Post by Liam on Apr 21, 2009 12:30:49 GMT -5
*He smiled.*
"I'm just glad you're not having anyone make mad dashes to London at all hours of the night. Evidently my mother craved ices."
*Robert still told stories about Mr. de Winter waking him up in the wee hours and handing him the car keys.*
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 21, 2009 12:33:06 GMT -5
"MacNamaras are sensible. We only crave what's within our reach," she said with a smirk, shoving another few peas into her mouth.
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Post by Liam on Apr 21, 2009 12:35:32 GMT -5
"And one word we will not apply to my mother is sensible."
*He sat down on a nearby chair.*
"Besides, London is farther from here than from Manderley. You'd have forgotten whatever it was by the time I got back."
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 21, 2009 12:37:56 GMT -5
"Your mum is lovely," said Sorcha. "She sent that beautiful christening gown..."
Her forehead creased.
"D'you think we should go back to Manderley, when it's time for the baby to come? I mean...our parents--they probably want to be there...and...um...I...I'll be wanting my Mam close by..." she said in a smaller voice.
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Post by Liam on Apr 21, 2009 12:43:13 GMT -5
((Dude I forgot the family christening gown. Lol at Micaela deciding without consulting her husband that the kids would be raised Catholic.))
*He offered a hand.*
"We could go to Outer Mongolia if it made you happy."
*He paused.*
"... though England is probably a better bet as far as medical care goes. Manderley it is."
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 21, 2009 16:31:47 GMT -5
Sorcha took his hand with a giggle.
"...Mongolia has over 13 000 species of insects," she mused. "Don't tempt me to birth our child in a yurt."
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Post by Liam on Apr 21, 2009 18:49:25 GMT -5
"... but then when I ask approximately four thousand questions, the midwife won't be able to respond!" *He teased.*
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 22, 2009 0:53:34 GMT -5
"You won't BE asking questions, you will be letting me crush your hand in mine while I scream obscenities at you," pointed out Sorcha, hopping off her stool and shuffling over to the ice-box, peering inside while she absently rubbed her stomach.
"Have we got any mayonnaise? Never mind anything to spread it on, just...a-HA!"
She grabbed a spoon and happily dug into the jar.
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Post by Liam on Apr 22, 2009 23:20:17 GMT -5
*He tried his very best not to look sickened. There was also the fact that he didn't like mayonnaise even on sandwiches.*
"So I take it we aren't locking me outside to pace back and forth looking worried?"
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 22, 2009 23:32:42 GMT -5
Sorcha snorted.
"Trust me, you're going to want to savour the abuse I'm going to hurl at you. It'll be like nothing you've ever heard before, nor will be uttered again by anyone else on this earth. I've been writing some notes for myself, and practicing. The epithets get really creative."
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Post by Liam on Apr 22, 2009 23:44:37 GMT -5
"Well you have been hurling abuse at me since we were children; over a decade of practice." *He said amiably, still looking wary of the mayonnaise.*
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 23, 2009 0:00:41 GMT -5
"Mmmhmm..." she hummed noncommittally through a mouthful of mayonnaise, sauntering over with a smirk.
"Give ush a kish, den," she mumbled wickedly, knowing how badly he detested mayonnaise.
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Post by Liam on Apr 23, 2009 0:07:10 GMT -5
*He grimaced, leaning away.* "Noooo you'll taste of rotten eggs and oil and mustard--"
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Post by Sorcha on Apr 23, 2009 0:12:13 GMT -5
"Ithsh delicioush."
Messing up his hair with her free hand, she smacked her lips and licked the last of the mayonnaise off the spoon before returning what was left of the jar to the ice-box.
"Oof. I think it's nap-time," she said with a small laugh, leaning heavily against the cabinets.
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