WHO: Friar Tuck, SHeriff of Nottingham, Prince John WHEN: June 2044, the day after Evie ends up in the barn WHERE: Farmhouse WHAT: Plans WARNINGS: TBA
Tuck entered the little farm house, the day after his daughter had ended up trapped in the barn, a fresh set of bandages on his nose. Evie had well and truly broken it, and his balls weren't feeling too hot either. He had iced them on and off all night, but the swelling was still pretty bad.
What an embarrassment. He clearly couldn't control his own child. And nothing he was saying was getting through to the others either. It looked like his 'reasoning with them' plan wasn't going to work. He had asked John to meet them at the farmhouse, ready to at least entertain some of the others' ideas.
He greeted Malcolm, who was sitting on the sofa, his feet up on the coffee table. With a stab in his chest, Tuck was reminded of when Will used to sit like that, perfectly at home in that beautiful little parsonage they used to share. If only he could get through to Will. Maybe things could be like that again. "Are they behaving?" he asked, moving to sit on the sofa as well, to wait for John.
"Are they ever?" Malcolm waved his hand about, pointing to the screen where the security feeds are. "Your daughter is sticking to her other father's side."
"Hmm," Tuck grumped. "I still have no idea how she got here. But I guess I taught her that, didn't I?" Malcolm said nothing, but he did take a very protracted sip of wine.