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Ariel Lee Underwood (_intherough) wrote in inpoormerit,

He had an excuse. He was just... innocent so it was going to take a moment for him to tune in to what was sarcasm from Cathair and what wasn't. Jamie listened dutifully, nodding in parts so the Irishman would know that he was listening. He made something that could easily just be called a Scottish noise. That noise had a different meaning depending on the tone but it was still the same noise. This time it was one of consideration, "Is this going to be a simple dinner or a formal sort of gathering, do y'ken? Like a sort of introductory thing?" What? There was an important difference!

"Six plus a future bairn is seven... Nine and mostly female? Christ, we're screwed." Jamie rubbed the back of his neck as he counted and muttered to himself. He knew all too well the habits of women and their bodies. He did have a twin sister after all and he knew after awhile they all synced up. The lads were screwed. So badly.

Jamie breathed deeply, letting it out in a heavy and slightly annoyed sigh. "Maybe it's like that one story about the guy hunting humans. The Most Dangerous Game I think." That was not a good thought especially since they didn't have a whole lot of weapons. All that would be possible would be to wait to be chased into the woods and killed unless they could band together... Damn.

He looked a little startled at the offer of a knife and sort of stepped back from it, "Probably not the best idea. I can barely use one in the kitchen. I have problems with my depth perception." He pushed his glasses up on his nose again. They kept sliding down on him. It was rather annoying to be perfectly honest.