Post by skylar on Aug 23, 2013 8:50:12 GMT 10
Title: Honey and Cream
Rating: G
Prompt: Food (#4)
Summary: Rosethorn wants conversations to be either private or public, but not both, and honey and cream make everything better.
“Pass the porridge please?” Briar asked.
Sandry handed it to him and went back to eating her own.
“You’ve been off the street for three years,” said Tris. “So why do you still eat twice as much as anyone else?”
Briar froze, porridge ladle halfway between the pot and his bowl. He glanced at his bowl, then at Tris, then back at his bowl, shrugged, and dumped the porridge into it. “Old habits die hard,” he said. He smiled sweetly at her. “And I’m a growing boy.”
Tris glared at him. “Don’t you try your sweetness on me, thief-boy.”
Tris, leave off, said Daja. It’s too early. And what do you care how much he eats, anyway?
He bothered me last night. I’m bothering him back, answered Tris.
Sandry and Daja sent the question to Tris and Briar. Briar continued to resolutely eat his porridge.
He wanted to talk about the book I lent him. I wanted to sleep.
Daja concealed a smile while Sandry shook her head.
Briar mock-glared at the three of them. You don’t need to go talking about me. I am able to talk for myself, you know.
Tris snorted and mumbled “you just aren’t interested in conversing,” while Briar added And it was a good book.
Rosethorn crossed her arms and glared at the four children. “If you’re going to have private conversations at the breakfast table, at least have them so that the rest of us can’t tell.”
The four rolled their eyes. “Yes, Rosethorn,” they chorused. It was an often repeated reprimand with Rosethorn around.
Maybe we should start thinking our actions, said Sandry. Instead of glaring at each other, we can just tell the person we want to glare at that that’s what we’re doing.
Daja smiled, then chuckled. Tris struggled with herself, then grinned outright at Sandry, whose eyes were dancing even as she carefully kept the rest of her features composed.
Briar threw up his hands. “Pass the honey and cream,” he said. “I’m gonna need them if I’m to deal with these girls.”
As Lark obliged him, she glanced at Rosethorn, who was sitting with her head in her hands. “Give them to Rosethorn when you’re done,” she told Briar, her eyes laughing. “I think she needs them to deal with the four of you.”
Especially you, chorused the girls.
Briar sighed and passed the honey and cream on to Rosethorn.
Rating: G
Prompt: Food (#4)
Summary: Rosethorn wants conversations to be either private or public, but not both, and honey and cream make everything better.
“Pass the porridge please?” Briar asked.
Sandry handed it to him and went back to eating her own.
“You’ve been off the street for three years,” said Tris. “So why do you still eat twice as much as anyone else?”
Briar froze, porridge ladle halfway between the pot and his bowl. He glanced at his bowl, then at Tris, then back at his bowl, shrugged, and dumped the porridge into it. “Old habits die hard,” he said. He smiled sweetly at her. “And I’m a growing boy.”
Tris glared at him. “Don’t you try your sweetness on me, thief-boy.”
Tris, leave off, said Daja. It’s too early. And what do you care how much he eats, anyway?
He bothered me last night. I’m bothering him back, answered Tris.
Sandry and Daja sent the question to Tris and Briar. Briar continued to resolutely eat his porridge.
He wanted to talk about the book I lent him. I wanted to sleep.
Daja concealed a smile while Sandry shook her head.
Briar mock-glared at the three of them. You don’t need to go talking about me. I am able to talk for myself, you know.
Tris snorted and mumbled “you just aren’t interested in conversing,” while Briar added And it was a good book.
Rosethorn crossed her arms and glared at the four children. “If you’re going to have private conversations at the breakfast table, at least have them so that the rest of us can’t tell.”
The four rolled their eyes. “Yes, Rosethorn,” they chorused. It was an often repeated reprimand with Rosethorn around.
Maybe we should start thinking our actions, said Sandry. Instead of glaring at each other, we can just tell the person we want to glare at that that’s what we’re doing.
Daja smiled, then chuckled. Tris struggled with herself, then grinned outright at Sandry, whose eyes were dancing even as she carefully kept the rest of her features composed.
Briar threw up his hands. “Pass the honey and cream,” he said. “I’m gonna need them if I’m to deal with these girls.”
As Lark obliged him, she glanced at Rosethorn, who was sitting with her head in her hands. “Give them to Rosethorn when you’re done,” she told Briar, her eyes laughing. “I think she needs them to deal with the four of you.”
Especially you, chorused the girls.
Briar sighed and passed the honey and cream on to Rosethorn.
