Lechance

Edward wandered around the shop, looking at the vegetable selection that was in the general store. In his head, he was making a list in his head, and creating a recipe for dinner that night.

He wandered over and picked up a tomato, turning it a little in his hand. It wasn't until a moment later that he noticed someone was standing close by. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, blushing a little. "Did you want to get past?"

Jon was as excited as he was nervous. Yes, Ben had faith in him, but this was likely to be one of the most important discussions of his life and unlike most important discussions he had, he couldn't just put his lawyer face on and do it. This was the rest of his life and Ben's life and everything and yes, he wanted that. More than anything he wanted that, but it was still such a large thing that it felt monstrously huge.

The kitchen was clean and he'd gotten groceries for Ben. At the table were pens and ink and parchment. He was as ready as he'd get. Jon had actually dressed down though and was in trousers and shirt sleeves.

Obediah was sitting under a tree outside the Black Sheep. He had his eyes closed but he was mumbling something so there was no mistaking him for being asleep. He should know better by now. Drinking contests were a bad idea. Even if he won, he lost the next day.

"Shoulda known better," he mumbled again.