WHO: Much and Marcie, then Tragos WHEN: Friday afternoon WHERE: The secret coffee shop in the Swedish Seaman's Church WHAT: We're fine?? Are we fine!? WARNINGS: Probably none.
The last time Much has seen Marcie in person, she'd kissed him. A lot had happened since (prophecies! Robberies! Revelations about toilet dungeons! Pregnancy scares!) and in some ways it felt like a really long time ago, but now that they were actually meeting up again, Much found it was a lot closer in his memory than he'd thought. And all the guilt wrapped up in it for hurting her, and all the worry that maybe he'd lost a friend.
He needed to chill, honestly. Much sipped his second coffee and told himself, firmly, to chill.
The issue of the prophecy raised its ugly head and Much squashed it firmly down under layers of defiance and denial, today's chosen method of coping. If the prophecy was about Marcie then - well!! She was mortal!! Of course he couldn't stop her dying!! Marcie was going to die of old old age and there was nothing Much could do about it.
So there, Merlin!!
Much finished his coffee and considered a third. Or a calming caramel thickshake. Or maybe he should look at one of these old books that lined the wall and wait till Marcie actually arrived before putting any more caffeine or sugar into his body.
In amongst the volumes of poetry, reprints of classics, paperback horror novels and outdated New York travel guides, Much found a highland romance feature a very buff, glistening Scotsman on the cover, his gruff facial expression softened by the look in his eyes as he gazed toward the heaving bosom of the woman.
He took a picture, captioned it "Scottish Stoots!" and sent it round the Merry Men, then started flicking through, looking for the choice phrases of the raunchy bits. He thought messaging the others with this right now was very clever of him, it meant he wasn't just sitting here, watching his phone, waiting for Marcie to message.
Plus he got to read the phrase his biceps shone in the morning dew, which he promptly captioned with #WillScarlet and sent on, as well.