InsaneJournal

Who: Ned and Pandora
What: A confrontation of not-so-epic proportions
When: Afternoon on Day 14
Where: By the food tents
Status: Complete
Rating: PG to PG-13



The Piemaker had been doing a terrible lot of thinking. It wasn't something he enjoyed. He preferred simply baking and ignoring everything else when things were down. Of course, Emerson had made that next to impossible and then Chuck was someone who tended to pry things out of him. But now, here, he had too much time to himself and not enough kitchen.

Olive knew his darkest secret, and she was right. They should have told her all along. But Ned had fought so hard to keep anyone from ever finding out, and now it felt like the whole world did. He was confused and annoyed and extremely anxious. And, once again, was afraid to touch much of anything for fear of said secret being on display for the world to see. It was bad enough he was apparently well known in some universe, he didn't need the people in this small and insane place to know.

Besides which, he'd met someone from Star Trek. Wasn't that bad enough? Or, well, good enough, but still!

A man couldn't live off of pies alone (and Ned had tried), so he quietly made his way to the familiar tents where he knew he'd be getting ye olde faire food. Smoked turkey legs didn't exactly make anyone look good eating it, but it certainly sounded more appealing than pheasant or quail. What was wrong with good old mac and cheese? Sighing, he accepted the meat and took a goblet of the wine that was offered. He really shouldn't, Ned had never been good with alcohol in him. But it was a special occasion. Or something. He had learned his world was broadcast where at least one person could see, he'd shared the darkest part of himself with a woman who clearly had feelings for him, and he'd woken up that morning forgetting the way Chuck smelled. All in all, a good occasion for some wine, especially since it had to be better than the water he'd drank the previous time the 'faire' was in time.