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Post by Rosie on Mar 31, 2010 21:25:49 GMT 10
Title: Jokes Rating: G Length: 152 words Competitor: Owen Round/Fight: Final Summary: Owen asks Kel for a joke. For Lisa.
“I don’t know any jokes,” Kel said hesitantly. It wasn’t exactly true, but she had a habit of mixing punchlines up, and it was always the least pleasant ones which stayed longest in her head anyway, perversely.
“That can’t be true,” Owen answered, and his wide eyes told the truth of his incredulity.
“Well. I know Neal,” she said flippantly, and they allowed themselves both a smile.
“I heard that, Mindelan,” Neal announced from the other side of the room. It was Midwinter, and they’d crowded into Kel’s chambers in a show of how things used to be – though their party was considerably smaller than it had been previously. “Next time you come to me with a broken nose, it’ll wind up on the other side of your face.”
“I’ll teach you some,” Owen said eagerly, adjusting his position in his seat. “Look, I know this great one about Good King Wenceslas.”
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Post by Lisa on Apr 1, 2010 12:01:29 GMT 10
*snicker* I didn't realize that you'd dedicated this one to me. I suppose I'll still love you forever. Especially because this seems to have underlying somberness that makes the joking poignant. Even when they make me groan.
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