WtL Mailbox

[jumpthegun]

1201 Sugar Plum Grove

Comments

[jumpthegun]

[He realizes the mistake or mentioning Fiona a moment too late. Still, he goes with Royce, trying to pick up the less trying part of the conversation.]

Try five inches. At least. And I'm not much for rings or the like. Think I can live without.

[devoutish]

[He leans back a little. Thanks, buddy.]

Three inches. And they are very nice rings.

[bywolves]

[ He gets it. ]

It's fine to be jealous, Watson. [ Royce continues to inhale his food. He's starving, as always, now that the poisoning is wearing off. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John scoffs, digging into his own food.] They're gaudy, is what they are. Suit you, but I've always been more for silver than gold.

[devoutish]

They're meant to be gaudy. And heavy, as well; these rings have wounded men.

[bywolves]

Are you calling Solomons gaudy? [ Royce asks, grinning a little. ] Not that I don't agree with you.

[ Also, he's really into the idea that Alfie's used the rings to like, hit people. Hell yes. ]

[jumpthegun]

My fist has wounded men, as well. Doesn't make it particularly special.

[He's absolutely calling Alfie gaudy.]

[devoutish]

That one there-- I think it's this one; Royce let me see which one you've got. Ah, yes.

[He picks it up to look, then lets it fall back against Royce's shirt.]

Yeah, that one's had blood on it, definitely. I remember cleaning it off.

[bywolves]

[ Royce rolls his eyes at John, and then tucks the ring under his shirt after Alfie's done touching it. ]

You're making Watson pout, Alfie. [ He's grinning, though. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John just huffs, pretending to pout properly as he shovels pasta into his mouth.]

'S not pouting. Just making faces at you two lovebirds. [There. Fine. He'll go back to that.]

[devoutish]

Would you like to hear more about my bloody rings?

[He says with a genial smile.]

How's the dinner?

[bywolves]

You can tell me more about your bloody rings later, dear. [ Royce says dryly, playing up on Watson's teasing.

As for dinner, Royce is done with his. He'll probably go get more, too. He gestures at his plate. ]

[jumpthegun]

Bloody good. Could do with some meat, though. Did you already eat those rabbits I caught for you? I can bring more by... along with the milk.

[He's considering just starting up a milk delivery service. They have enough beer bottles and they have a cow that produces more than Sherlock or John could ever want.]

[devoutish]

Yeah, those are long gone.

[They probably ate them the day he brought them over.]

Milk would be good, yeah. I've been making pancakes in the mornings, but with water.

[bywolves]

I can get us rabbits. You don't need to feed us like baby birds.

[ Royce goes ahead and gets up to get more pasta. When he settles back down, he gets to scarfing again. What? He's hungry. ]

We've been settling in.

[jumpthegun]

[That particular phrase, 'settling in,' has John pausing. His tone turns overly casual.]

Hmm. Just offering. I'll bring the milk, at least. We have the only cow around here for the mo. Probably the only one this place needs.

[devoutish]

[The shift gets Alfie looking up at him, peering with beady eyes.]

All right?

[bywolves]

[ Royce also raises his eyebrows. Come on, John, they both know you a little better than that. ]

[jumpthegun]

Fine. Leave it alone, Alfie. [And because that always works well with Alfie, he covers with a semi-lie.] I'm just tired of people complaining about me coddling them. [He waves a hand.] Had a row with Sherlock about it a while ago. I have a rifle and hunting here is easy. I'm not trying to go out of my way.

[devoutish]

I don't think Royce was actually complaining, mate.

[Gotta stick up for the boyfriend.]

[bywolves]

I wasn't. [ Royce hums. ] The milk offer is appreciated. I'm not going to argue that.

Don't try to brush things aside with that careful poker face of yours, John. Don't have the patience for it.

[jumpthegun]

[The look John gives Royce is confused. He knows they're out of Norfinbury and things are different, but the man is talking to him like he... knows him. More than he has to know him.]

Yeah, fine. It's fine. Just other things, not you two. Can we move on?

[devoutish]

Mm. I did have something I wanted discuss, but we'll want to finish with eating first.

[bywolves]

[ Oh. Yeah, that's right. Royce thinks he knows where Alfie's going with that. He finishes eating quietly - and because he has some manners forced upon him by various people, he'll take everybody's plates to the sink when they're done. He'll also stay there because he doesn't really want to think about things too hard. ]

[jumpthegun]

[John breathes an internal sigh of relief. It's rare that he's able to effectively dodge Alfie's probing. It might come up again, but he makes a mental note not to react to the phrase from other Norfibury people.]

All right.

[He finishes his own pasta and sits quietly while Royce gathers up the plates.]

So... what did you want to discuss?