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Tweak says, "Do you know the muffin man?"

Ned (bakersman) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-19 22:23:00

Entry tags:

complete, day seven, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Who: Ned and Olive
What: Discussing 'the future' (probably not as fearful as it sounds)
When: Day 7
Where: Starting off in their dorms
Rating: Highly unlikely anything more than PG
Status: All done!

The Piemaker no longer had any genuine idea what age he would be at that moment. Everything seemed to last longer here in this place where he had no real sense of purpose. There wasn't much to do to pass the time, despite having a Renaissance Faire right outside. He still hated dressing up, he wasn't a big fan of learning to weave baskets or joust or make tools, and even his own dog had found a new playmate. Of course, he was used to Digby being a bigger fan of Olive than himself, what with her actually being able to pet him. But a pig? That he wasn't a big fan of.

So time dragged a bit more for Ned than usual. Having Olive around was still taking a great deal of getting used to. Especially without Chuck. He still missed her desperately, but the ache was getting a bit easier to deal with. Maybe she was better off back home without him. Maybe she'd find some man who she could actually touch. Without dying, that was. And who hadn't killed her father.

That thought alone was enough to drag him out of bed. He peeked out the window and noticed it was still drizzling, which was getting a bit unbearable. Dressing in the most casual thing he could find, he stepped out the door, trying not to let his eyes wander across the hall where Olive was likely still fast asleep. It was relatively early, after all. He waved Digby out behind him, even less worried about him being off leash than he'd been at home. Not only was Digby a good dog, but he was a smart one, too. He'd be just fine on his own.

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ittybitty
2009-05-14 12:45 pm UTC (link)

Screw Chuck, even Olive was close to fainting at his impulsive words. She always knew that he had it in him, but for him to actually voice it and act on it? Completely un-Ned-like. Still, it tickled her to pieces and she grinned, a little skip in her step as she followed him toward the ice cream. She wasn't feeling like sweets for breakfast would really go over so well, but she wasn't about to break up this little impulsefest that he had going on.

"Right! Only in dreamland. And as long as you get a fruit flavored ice cream in your waffle cone, I think it qualifies as breakfast." She put her hands on the edge of the ice cream cart and peered into the glass case that housed all the different flavors. Her blue eyes scanned the tubs and fell on the bright blue ice cream dotted with other brightly colored balls. Bubblegum ice cream. Possibly one of her favorites.

"I'll have that kind. Single scoop, please." She knew that she could get regular food in the restaurant, and after a little fun with the rides, she probably would go get some. She was afraid that if she took Ned away from the rides now, though, that she'd never get him back out, much less on one. She took her cone from the faceless vendor and gave it a tentative lick.

Delicious! She took another lick, standing back and waiting for Ned to make his selection. She grabbed some napkins and wound them around the end of her cone so she wouldn't drip all over the place when it started to melt. She grinned at him when he was done and walked toward a small, round, red table with benches attached. She sat down and leaned on the table with both elbows as she licked at her blue ice cream.

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