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Old 02-01-2005, 06:44 PM   #1365
Nurumaiel
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"Have you finished your breakfast?" Falco demanded.

"No," Marigold replied choosing to ignore his gruff tone. "I've just barely begun." She looked down at his own plate, and then to him, very disapprovingly. "You haven't eaten anything yet," she said. "You ought to. You didn't eat much of anything yesterday. I suppose the ale was filling enough."

"Don't be impudent," said Falco. Of course she hadn't finished yet. But he was impatient. He needed to send her off to find Miss Buttercup so he could go buy her some clothes. As for his own breakfast... he didn't want to eat it. He didn't feel like eating it, though of course he would never admit that he was grumpy and somehow felt as though it would be an act of humility to eat... that he must remain on a pedestal of pride, and eating would be contrary to that pride.

As for Marigold, she scowled darkly at his reproval. Had she been impudent? No, of course she hadn't! But maybe... it had been clever to mention the ale. He had had so many mugs, all full to the brim. But was she being impudent? She didn't want to be impudent. It might mean that she got out of the wrong side of bed... or was it on the wrong side of the bed? Or... was it from the wrong side of bed? This was getting to absurd. She would have to ask someone who knew. Maybe Mr. Headstrong knew, but she wouldn't ask him.

Well, whether it was out of, out on, or out from, she didn't want it to be the wrong side... not with her. That meant you were grumpy. Could she, sunny Marigold Baker, be grumpy? Her father had never liked to see her grumpy. And if she was grumpy (which she was certainly not!), why? She had been so bright and happy that morning when she let the sunlight in through her window. Maybe it was because she had seen those dark clouds rolling up as they entered the common room for breakfast. Or maybe Falco's mood was affecting her own.

She wouldn't let it! She had to be cheerful. To contradict his mood, for one reason. She didn't want to be in the same mood as him. And for another thing, to change his mood. Maybe her mood would affect his.

Little Marigold smiled cheerily... or tried to. Falco scowled.
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