InsaneJournal

Marian was desperate to get out of her apartment. She'd gone to help Tuck out at the soup kitchen, and she'd done a few other things people had asked of her, but mostly she felt like she was lying on her couch getting further and further into the video game and junk food hole, which was a bad hole.

Marian had never been very good at being idle. In Sherwood forest there had been an entire group of filthy men who needed their clothes washed and a camp area that needed to remain sorted, both of which have served to take up a lot of time. As the woman of the group, those sorts of womanly tasks often fell to her. But in hundreds of years, little had changed and Marian was simply better when she had things she was supposed to be doing, a routine and a schedule.

So when Little John had asked if she wanted to do something, she had immediately suggested they meet outside, away from the pub.

She showed up at the time they'd agree with two coffees and a box of things from a nearby bakery. Seeing her large grin, Marian grinned. "John!" she said brightly and then, "let me put this box down before you hug coffee all over both of us!" She did so, carefully placing their afternoon tea down on the park bench.