Shaun Hastings Knows Too Much For His Own Good (guyfawkes23) wrote in angellogs, @ 2018-02-25 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | bayek, emmett frye, noah fon ronsenburg, shaun hastings |
Who: Noah, Shaun, Bayek, Emmett
When: Last Monday
Where: Assassin HQ
What: Noah hasn't had tea with Shaun for a while. He ends up making sandwiches and chatting with Bayek as well. Emmett returns from a slightly messy rugby game.
Rating/Warnings: Emmett has a very minor injury, but there's no details.
Status: Complete
Noah's not sure he should wear his new scarf, but he ends up putting it on purely to head up and kiss Sebastian before he left, and Sebastian - had an expression.
So he wore it when he headed down to the Assassin HQ. He brought along a little package of nice hazelnut cookies, some gingerbread, and some teabags - the ones that Shaun likes.
Shaun smiles as he spots that plaid. “I’ve seen that on Aedan.” He greets Noah. “Seems like more’s just been confirmed as far as I’ve got it worked out.” He smiles. “Arno was experimenting with a few things. I think they mostly involve strawberries. Those macaron cookies, or at least he’s learning them, and some tarts with chocolate on top. And I have a few sandwich options.”
Noah shows what he's carrying. "I can confirm things if you want?" He thought Shaun knew the courting was a definite thing, but - well - it can't hurt? "That does sound nice. Arno's a very skilled baker." He taps the packages. "Cookies, with hazelnuts. Really good with tea or coffee. Gingerbread. The teabags you liked."
“You’re brilliant.” Shaun HAD been running low. “And I knew that was going to be this YEAR, but still. It’s all kinds of Romantic or something.” Romantic is a good way to put the gesture. And while that’s not really Shaun’s thing, he’s not going to let it get in the way of other people being happy about it.
Noah blushes a little. "It's a bit new to me, I fear, but I'm getting a lot of encouragement." Which - is probably private. "Sebastian keeps looking amazed when I'm wearing his colors. I'm not used to being amazing." He waves a hand. "But - you said it's been hectic here. Would you like to have tea and talk? Or anything else. Trying to be braced for anything. Well - beyond the plan of a sandwich."
“That would be good.” Shaun laughs a bit. “And well, the being braced is about it. “ Because really. “If you don’t wander into at least one of the odd situations going on around here, without even meaning to, you have good luck.” And he pauses, leading the way to where he’s got things set up.
“Bayek’s discovered comic book movies and has a crush on the Black Panther, At least the teenager’s getting involved in normal arguments now, about whether or not he can go out for rugby or should wait for football because it’s safer…” He trails off a bit. “And well. The Desmond thing. Which I can deal with. He’s HERE. I can live with just about anything knowing that. I owed him.”
Noah nods. "You said I might end up meeting people?" He's checking the options. "Would you like a crispy sandwich? You've got everything here to make one. I had one where you toasted the bread and put everything in it, and one where you broiled the cheese on top and then put it together."
“Someone’s probably around.” Shaun nods. “Molloy definitely is.” He’s got a mission tomorrow so he’s doing things relatively low key today. “And interesting. I’m game for giving that a go.”
Noah grins at him. "Pick what looks good? I mentioned to Aedan about talking on the internet with you. The Skip thing. Sky peh? Skype? I'm not sure what his opinion is, but it's an option out there. He also said he might be talking with Emmett a little? Jacob's kid? Just as both being young, and from an alien time."
He's doing some sort of light rye, something that looks like a really nice gouda or swiss, and setting aside some meat for after the cheese is done.
“Skype, right. That’s not a bad idea.” Shaun nods. “And it IS one. It might be worth checking. And…” He nods at that. “That would be a good idea with Emmett. This place really MUST be weird to people from vastly different.... I couldn’t imagine it being me, coming into that changed of a world. It’d probably help.”
"I can imagine. I had the luck of mostly - I'm not living that differently from a civilian at home, which helps." Noah sets his bread and cheese to broil. "What'd you like?"
“That WOULD probably.” Shaun nods. “And with most of our lot, well, at least there are a LOT of us who might be dealing with things. It doesn’t seem like it’d be AS bad as say, Bayek’s adjusting. “ And he half wonders if they should have left him alone, but, too late for that now.
"Bayek - is from a lot farther in the past?" Noah's guessing here.
“Bayek was the first of us.” Shaun nods. “Thousands of years as opposed to, well. It’s just over a hundred now for Jacob, about thirty years for Molloy…” He frowns. “It’s a BIG difference.” One that he isn’t even sure that he could articulate if it was him.
"Has he talked to people much?" Noah's being thoughtful. "I'm thinking - coping methods might be interesting to him."
“Evie, more than anyone else.” Shaun eyedarts a little. “No one was going to take THAT away from her, so she’s spent more time than anyone else. But not as much outside of here. It’d be good to encourage him to work something like that out. And if he’s now finding things to be interested in that give some common ground with people…”
"Has he eaten? Would he want a sandwich?" Noah looks sheepish. "I can't promise I'll help. But - I can try."
“Well, I think, really, it’s a matter of starting to make things happen, there. So interacting with new people probably SHOULD help a little. We could ask and say hello, at least.” It might make for a decent thing to do, checking in with people.
Noah slides his sandwich out, cuts it in half and slides half to Shaun. "Okay, steal some. Tell me what you want differently? I'm game for being sociable as long as I eat a little and get a mug of tea."
“We can do that first, and then opt for being sociable?” Shaun suggests, snagging half. “Oh the cheese is INTERESTING like this. You wouldn’t think it’d work exactly either. And how are things going for all of you?” Iomhar, he knows, is finally trying to handle things, for one.
"Not too bad. I've gotten a catalog for spring seeds for the garden." Noah knows he sounds delighted. "I know that for historical accuracy, we should stick to things that are likely planted, but there are heirloom things I can try. I did enjoy doing the garden. Calum's still very excited about the wedding. Do you want wedding talk? Or does that sound horrifying?"
“I can do wedding talk.” Shaun nods. “I mean, I don’t really KNOW anything about...choosing colors or cake samples or saying yes to the dress, but if you’re willing to put up with idiotic questions…” He shrugs a bit.
“Aren’t the only really stupid questions the ones you do not ask at all?” Bayek’s passing through and pausing in the doorway. “Ah, you must be Noah. They speak of you a lot here. Bayek. Of Siwa. Which I AM told exists, still.”
Noah nods slightly. "Hello, Bayek of Siwa. Is there a title you prefer, or would you like me to use Bayek? I suspect the silliness of questions changes when you're discussing two alien cultures trying to figure out how to blend tradition and families. Shaun was just saying I should likely talk with you."
He's - guessing he's probably not that impressive, compared to himself in full armor might be. Just a guy, broad in the shoulders, with a comfortable nubbly shirt and some older jeans on. Also holding a sandwich. "Hungry? I showed Shaun a way of cooking these that I thought was interesting."
“Simply Bayek, here and now.” Bayek’s a bit surprised, sometimes, how easy it was, to leave behind the title of Medjay when he became a Hidden One. And he’s not looking too terribly impressive at the moment himself. Tight black tshirt and his own jeans, honestly.
“I might be interested in seeing that.” Bayek nods. “And, true, with silly questions. It seems like anything in any world might be possible here, so best not to risk questioning too deeply, eh?”
"Tell me what looks good here?" Noah slides over his sandwich to show it. "This is what I made. We were talking of having this, and tea, and talking. There are also some sweets to go with the tea."
He's starting the kettle. "Shaun and I have been talking occasionally. I think the way I put it is that I don't mind offering a bit of peace?"
“A bit of peace is welcomed around here, by most of us.” Bayek nods. “There is quite a bit more of it than many of us found at home. It’s good to know others out there feel similarly.”
"Two wars, at least, in my lifetime. I'm quite happy to be here and not there." Noah makes another two sandwiches, since they seem to be popular enough with them. "I'm surprised I'm talked about. I suppose due to Aedan. I am planning on wedding this summer? Late summer. It - is a good thing, and exciting. But also a bit - my fiance's brother seems very certain that I need to have the best thing possible."
Which does not sound that bad in principle, until you're faced with a neatly curated folder of nothing but tams.
Bayek has to laugh at that, a little. “Oh I remember THAT feeling too well. Everyone’s opinions getting in the way of what the pair of YOU wish for, right? Well meaning, but a bit…”
“Maybe over the top?” Shaun nods. “They do seem to be...intense, in Starkhaven, in some way or other. It’s not a bad quality, but it CAN be an annoying one used against you.”
Shaun won’t say it in so many WORDS, exactly, but there IS a part of him that picked Arno to slip in with Aedan when a few of them had offered based on those reasons. He and Evie would have frustrated each other the way JACOB and Evie do, and frankly, there’s no way he’s letting Tadgh get near anyone under age twenty or so. There’s just...a lot of anger, there.
"And you warned me it was loud here." Noah's got tea now, and he's sliding a plate of sandwiches over as he sips his very very hot tea. Nice. Someday it'll stop feeling like home to almost burn his mouth on tea. "And well - people are listening, but it's more - I want something quiet and small, and Calum's wanting to have us in the best clothing and all the bridal magazine options. I think it's partially -"
Noah trails off. "For context, I was in a war zone as a young man. So I don't remember a lot of the customs of home."
“More of a...they were royals?” Bayek asks, to clarify the point. “I could see someone being concerned about things going smoothly in that direction, if you were in...Starkhaven, and if it was a matter of requirement to make something official.” Caesar had needed to jump through some hoops with Cleopatra.
“It CAN get loud.” Shaun agrees. “This is pretty quiet and calm, actually. I can’t help wonder how long it might last. Too pessimistic?”
"They were royals, and married. Their little brother was supposed to go in the priesthood. So I think it's a mix - of wanting him happy and wanting to do things right." Noah shakes his head. "And - well - things will happen if they happen?" He nudges the plate. "Eat, Shaun. Pick somewhere, and we can try those cookies once we've dutifully had something semi-healthy."
“There’s the lounge off the kitchen and it should be quiet there right now.” And Shaun’s got a couple things laid out. “Let me flip on the kettle, while I’m remembering that’s a thing people usually do.” He clicks his tongue a little.
Noah laughs. "You should watch us all at the gatehouse. We finally got an older electric kettle since putting things on to boil tended to get us shrieking at the little - it's boiling whistles. Admittedly, we forget to get it when it hits the boil, but it's better than trying to make coffee in the morning and nearly diving for the floor because the bird song whistle sounds like a dreadnought cannon."
“Sounds like a pain if you’re not used to it, true.” Shaun agrees. “Definitely go with what works for you. This one, we should be able to tell by steam, mostly when it’s getting close. No one’s ever mentioned it being too loud here, so I hope that’s not a issue now.” He doesn’t think it’s been before, but then, has Noah had TEA when he was here or was it something else?
"It should be fine. I'm fully awake and all." Noah smiles at him. "How goes it with you? Balthier's been saying that Courfeyrac is doing all right. A bit worried about schools. Apparently he went to a - religious one? Jesuit sounds religious to me -"
“Catholic.” Shaun nods. “Like I used to be, once. Well, a offshoot group sort of. They fall under the umbrella but some things are their own sorts of tradition. Pretty active since the renaissance or so. Probably the schools would have been…” He makes a face. “We’re talking post revolution, maybe Napoleonic...I’d need to figure out exactly WHEN in the eighteen twenties he’s from, but that was probably a bit not fun. Boarding wasn’t bad for me, when I went, but I was older and I wanted to go quite badly, and they weren’t nearly as strict, probably. “
Granted, Shaun’s type of school rulebreaking was the kind that didn’t really involve getting caught. A couple times maybe, when he’d been warned about curiosity killing cats. Father Seth had snorted when Shaun pointed out that satisfaction brought the cat right back, but had pointed out it was probably just a cat thing, and not a general rule for life. Mostly, he’d enjoyed finding subtle, internet oriented ways to ruin people’s days, not their weeks or months or anything else. He hadn’t had those kinds of enemies yet in those days. Mildly inconveniencing the minor ones though? Teenaged Shaun had LIVED for that sort of thing.
"Makes sense. At least he seems to be happy." Noah frowns. "Speaking of feeling comfortable here - I was impressed. Aedan offered to talk with Emmett here, to try to see if he can help with Emmett feeling safe. That's - mature and caring on his part."
“That’s really good.” Shaun smiles. “He does seem to be getting better at that sort of thing. He was still so ill when we got him in here, really that he couldn’t really focus on his own thoughts, let alone emotions and now he’s trying to look out for others. I’m glad. I don’t think it’s us alone, but...we do our best. Even if we don’t get along.”
There IS something to be said for pausing a discussion and coming back to it. It’s something Shaun’s been TRYING to use more lately. He’d never really considered it’d be useful until he was working with a huge group, but…
“I like him.” Bayek says. “Aedan. We said hello briefly, while he was here, and talked a little. I think that it helped that...it IS a bit odd greeting people at first, when you’ve lost a finger. You adjust, but seeing someone else seemed to make him feel better.” From what he’s gleaned, that’s definitely a good thing.
"He lost it suddenly and unwillingly," Noah says, watching the kettle as it just starts to steam. He's finished off his sandwich by now, mostly because he still has the habit of eating when he has the chance and time. "I'm glad you liked him. He might want to speak with you in writing? Or a call. I think he's a little - he's the sort who thinks being an inconvenience will upset people, so being ill is frustrating for him. So I'm trying hard to not push people at him, even if I think they might make him happy."
“Mine as well.” Bayek nods. “Well, perhaps not so much unwillingly as it WAS in a fight. One that was…” He smirks a bit. “Almost fair. And it WAS the first time anyone I know OF had used a hidden blade. They came from Queen Cleopatra.” he practically snarls the name now, “But at the time...I suspect they’d not been tried very much. “
And he considers those. Writing has been interesting, depending on how things translate or don’t. Sometimes it’s easier than others.
“A call would work well if he’d like it. And no, it IS true. One of the difficult things for slaves who have been freed is learning to understand the idea that they are allowed to have desires and preferences.”
"Or that it's safe to state them, once you recognize them." Noah tilts his head. "Aedan wasn't a slave, but he was a child in a war zone living on the streets, from what he said. It's not easy. I recognize some of his unease, even though I grew up in a better situation." He waves a hand. "Still. This is a serious talk. Would you like something lighter at hand, Shaun?"
“It makes sense.” Shaun says, nodding a bit. “How all of that does tie in. I mean, I didn’t realize it with Desmond at first, that he’d had a really dysfunctional childhood, but it seemed kind of obvious the first time I watched him interacting with his father. And now I notice all the tiny stuff. Things DO add up, even when they aren’t the same. And I don’t mind. Better than JUST me whingeing.”
"You have not - yet begun to whinge?" Noah's trying. "I was presented with a folder full of fashionable tam ideas. I don't know how to react to it."
“Dear Lord.” Shaun shudders at the thought. “Maybe it’s a GOOD thing I can’t get married. The planning process would probably drive me INSANE.” He shakes his head. “You are a far, far, stronger man than I.”
"So far I've - mostly suggested we have it be small, and outside, and a - uh - tradition from home." It feels - weird and dangerous to talk about it. Silly. "Kilts, because it's Sebastian's tradition and I don't mind the idea. I was thinking -" He leans to get a tea bag for his mug. "If you and Haytham ended up at the party, we'd definitely be very safe, and probably I'd secretly I'd probably set up some of Arno's tarts and tea for the lot of you in the gatehouse. But that's begging trouble for the future."
“Combining things seems reasonable.” Bayek nods. “A good way to start a new life together, eh?”
Shaun appears to be giving that a serious mulling over. “Haytham…Hmm…” And he pauses a second. “Is it shameful if I confess that we do speak sometimes? Not about our secrets, but about our people. I could stand to be present for something like that.”
Noah tilts his head. "I'd think you'd feel more comfortable with an area, but - I don't think it's that bad? Talking together seems like a good way to help with the stress. And it does make sense to combine things. I just - there's a missing bit of just - a teenager wanting to weave a floral crown isn't a marriage tradition as much as a courting one."
“Well, right. Distance is working for that, generally.” Shaun allows. “Passive aggressive texts about our people, and does he want to deal with things or should I sorts of things. And we’ve coordinated things so there’s….that. It’s funny. I don’t think he DOES get stressed. Or he’s worked out a way to use it to power himself. “ Probably closer to the last one. “I want that illusion. It seems like it’s useful.”
And the courting bit is…
“So still...it’s not exactly how it would have been. That must be hard.” He frowns.
“It IS more complicated when we are worlds away from the familiar.” Bayek muses. “And you, by all accounts had long been that.” Making new realities out of things that are pieced together slightly haphazardly is…
“There are so many things like that.” He adds, sighing deeply. “NOT only from being here.” He adds, turning his head right in Shaun’s direction at that point. “But from others as well. Time, and distance do the job.” When had he and Aya spent so much time apart from each other that she’d turned into someone he barely recognized when he last met her as Amunet? “If it helps to speak, I know the feeling.”
Noah leans forward and cups his mug in his hands. "It's - easier trying to find what home is like. When I first got here, and Sebastian was sort of -" He trails off. "For the record, he was invited into the - what's the term? Do you avoid saying the names to keep thing secret? I just don't know how the etiquette should be here. The opposite side?"
“My time’s Order of the Ancients.” Bayek scowls, his face closing off and his eyes darkening. “Who’ve become...something I do not entirely understand. They seem decently intentioned in this place, if smaller than our brotherhood. I suspect the size limits any real problems that may have come. Of course, it places the burden of not growing so powerful we forget ourselves onto us, instead, at a greater level than we would have had INDIVIDUALLY, but perhaps it should have been considered all along. “ He absently strokes the missing spot on his left hand.
“But then, they’re led by a man directly related to DESMOND, so it cannot be so terrible as most of us remember it, in this world. “ Bayek’s content enough with the relatively calm state between them right now. It suits for the moment, enough. And Desmond? Looking at him, you can see where some of the traits come together, from what he’s been shown and told about Haytham and it makes SENSE.
“The Templars...you can say it.” Shaun nods at Noah, “Are far better here. Reaching outside’s helped. Probably like, well, us.”
Noah starts out visibly tensing, and then slowly relaxes again. "Well intentioned, but not free of sin. Then again, who is? Sebastian, before he - knew it was flirting instead of attraction, wanted to know what'd make me feel at home. We talked about - food and music and that kind of thing. It helped? It helped finding clothes that felt - closer. I suspect they found it odd since we were - my twin and myself were in each other's pockets early on."
“That’s right. The twins who look like Thor. “ Bayek notes. “I recall nearly everyone here mentioned that ABOUT you.” He seems kind of impressed by the fact. “That must be a bit strange, having someone famous to this world at the moment who looks just like you. I might be a bit...well, first I should suspect it was a mirage but I THINK the weather discounts that idea, here.”
He nods at the mention there. “Well, Siwa is an oasis, fairly isolated, but close enough that I could travel, where I needed it.” Bayek thinks for a moment of what to mention. “I had a family, for a time, but I travelled most often. My father was a Medjay and I took the post until that was no longer quite what was needed. I believe if I was to map it out, that I’ve travelled much of Egypt, both then and after. We have a lot of sun, and sand gets in EVERYTHING and the flowers that grow along the Nile’s edge are beautiful, but you do want to be careful of the hippos.”
Of course, what’s good for Bayek is that *A* Siwa still exists, and an Egypt.
“It IS easier, knowing that I COULD attempt to visit, and see what has changed. I can’t quite bring myself to do it, in this world, but I mean to.”
"I've never met Thor. I know of him, but that was more - he was saying some things I did not agree with. If I was wise, I would've kept quiet." Noah's relaxing slowly. "Could you go somewhere that is in the same climate? Not Siwa, but Africa? A remote place that runs on older schedules?"
“So long as I was in the area…” Bayek nods. “I WOULD like to see more of it. And there are no regimes for me to directly become involved in toppling here and now yet. I know too little about the current world to say if they exist anywhere I might go, but...there was always SOMETHING before. It may be nice to have the time to simply DO things instead of sneaking and waiting.”
"I think it's important to - it's why I offered to Shaun that I do this? I think everyone should have a chance to speak as they wish and relax." Noah smiles. "And he's been a good friend to me in return."
“I AM pretty amazing.” Shaun agrees, taking the moment to appreciate that, even though he thinks Noah is crazy when it comes to his taste in friends. He’s not really people’s FRIEND, exactly. He’s an ally and a coordinator, but...he’ll take it in the offered spirit.
Of course, that’s when there’s the sound of a door being shut, though it’s fairly quiet, and Shaun’s glancing at the others. “Right. Let me see who that WAS…” And he’s stepping around there and there’s a brief pause.
“Well BLIMEY.” Shaun’s voice can be heard a little off. “What the Hell’s happened to you?”
“Nothing! Really.” comes the response that has Bayek snorting.
“That would be Emmett. He’s odd about...things.”
“Can we at least clean that OUT?” Shaun sounds like he’s trying to be reasonable here. It’s one of those tones of voices that comes out when he’s discussing the Fryes in general. “What did you DO?”
“Fell.” Emmett’s poking around through to the kitchen and giving them both a bit of a nod. “Oh I didn’t know you were coming, Ser Noah. It IS Ser, isn’t it? Or is that Starkhaven?” He’s also making his way over to the sink, given there’s a fairly large, fairly bleeding gash on one of his elbows. “Sorry to disturb anyone. I just need to dab at this a little.”
Noah winces a little and gets up. "You may wish to have that bandaged. Just Noah's fine. I'd be - I had titles back home, but it's not particularly important. Shall I get something so you can put some pressure on that?"
“I WAS thinking that was better than just washing it.” Emmett nods. “Once it’s stemmed anyway. Bit stupid but it’s not as deep as it looks.” He’s leaning over to run water over it and get a look. “Stings but could be worse. “
"We should probably put some antiseptic on it as well. How'd you fall?" Noah's checking the options until he can find a first aid kit and fishes out some of the weird plasticy covered cotton thing to hold against it for a bit. He's - had some experience, what with work and the first aid lessons for the cooking classes.
“Playing a quick game.” Emmett shakes his head. “I got tackled and wasn’t quite watching EVERYONE, and we were on a proper rugby pitch so there were cleats involved. Guess what I managed to fling myself onto? Luckily it was all walked off.” He makes a little face.
"Sounds like you might want longer sleeves while you're playing." Noah's checking the options. "Ready for me to bandage it? Or would you sooner have someone else do that? It may sting a little, but this one isn't as stinging as this one."
He shows the healing scar on his hand. "I got hurt at work, you see."
“Probably. It was a bit of pick up so I didn’t plan all that well this time, but it’d be better in the long run. And oh that’s DEFINITELY bad. Burn? You do the baking thing, right?” Because he’s trying to get that information correct.
"I do the baking thing. This was the blades of a blender." Noah gestures. "I took the bottom off of it, and then it cut my hand like so." Noah's fishing out the supplies. "If you need to move, feel free, but try to warn me." He's - knowing that Emmett's older and sensible, but he wants to be careful. "You should be careful with this kind of cut. Sometimes you get dirt in there, and it can go sour."
“Ouch. Not a good one at all.” Emmett shakes his head. “And I should be fine.” He’s pretty used to not flinching through stuff like this. You get used to some stuff, and this is one of those easy things that he doesn’t even really NEED to be worried about. “I appreciate the help. Luckily, I don’t think this even calls for anything to dull it. Which is a good thing, actually. I really do dislike laudanum.”
"There's other options now. I bet Shaun could list some off for you. This'll sting a little." Noah's blotting the cut dry before adding a smear of antiseptic gel and then moving to bandage it. "How was the game?"
“Well, probably.” Emmett considers. “But for now…” Oh that DOES sting a little, but he’s also not moving, and it’s fast. “Pretty decent. It was good to actually meet people. I understand WHY my father’s a bit...paranoid about that sort of a thing, but I think it’s a BIT far to worry about, considering I know we’ve both done worse to ourselves.” AND since Jacob clearly doesn’t think he has what it would take to be an assassin anyway, he might as well find SOMETHING to do.
"Is there an adult running these? Because I suspect you could make him feel better if you offer to have Mistress Evie meet the adult. She'd get a weight of their heart, and she could tell you if there's ways to be careful that you're not noticing. Eyes of experience. And if she says you're fine, he'd listen?" Noah tilts his head. "It might make him happier, and all you'd have to do is talk to Mistress Evie."
“Easy enough.” Emmett nods. “And we do. Not right NOW, as in today, but during the rest of the time, there are plenty of people, a couple leagues. It’s funny, he doesn’t mind in PRINCIPLE, but...something to bring up and organize. I don’t think he’d be angry, but...I DO want to spare him a little bit of worry right now.” And he laughs a bit.
“I know my perspective’s a bit off too. Because I don’t know what it was like in London, with the Rooks. I know I MISSED them, and still do, but that’s different isn’t it?” He shakes his head a little with a sigh. “Some things it’s easier to avoid. I mean, I’m not planning to pretend I got it from the obstacle course or anything, but if the assumption’s made…”
Everything’s permitted, right?
"I don't know. If you say that you tried a game, and got hurt, but you loved it, would it be that bad? You could talk about how you headed back here, got it cleaned up and bandaged, and your ideas for how to be safer next time." Noah looks at Bayek. "What you do you think? I tend to like to tell as much truth as possible, since it's easier than having someone making assumptions."
“The thing with evading the truth and with lying indirectly…” Bayek looks thoughtful. “It has to be worth it. “ He’s not going to bother pretending that he never does it, and neither, from the looks of things, is Shaun, but this seems a bit…
“Is it THAT much of a problem? “ Shaun wonders now, frowning. “I mean to the point of...if something that’s meant to be safe enough is so stressful for him, Jacob may need to get an idea what it’s like. “
"Sort of the - it is not the era of laudanum and -" Noah frowns. "For example, I hate people going to medics alone, because I am used to medics ignoring you. But, that is now how it should go, here. So - I would want to trail after someone like a clinging child. I need to see that it is different."
“Right.” Shaun’s nodding. “I mean, stuff’s happened, I’m sure, professionally, but if that’s his mental image now too...and Jacob’s already a bit...stressed...then it seems like really, a walkthrough would be fine. I mean he WOULD have to get used to it if it became a regular thing. And he’s been a bit calmer lately...or I don’t hear him anyway, anymore. Then again, my family and friends all thought I was dead, and I had to let that one stay, so...some things don’t need to be secrets if they’ll HELP in the long run, right? “
Noah steps back from Emmett. "Have you eaten? We had sandwiches, and there is cake."
“That would be good, actually. I did make sure I wouldn’t pass out playing, but that was a bit ago. And I’m always here for cake.” Emmett’s fairly sure most people are, if they aren’t allergic to whatever’s in.
"Then maybe you and Shaun could talk about things, and tell your father that there's cake?" Noah waves him over. "Let's get you some tea and I'll make you a sandwich to say I didn't show up and just give you cake."
“Reasonable.” Emmett snorts. “Though I’m fairly sure that’s more the sort of problem my aunt would have.” Considering Jacob’s cooking ‘skills’, they’ve made due with a wide variety of cobbled together meals over the years, after all. “But since that’s being avoided as it IS…”