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witticaster"You know perfectly well how to smoke a cigarette. It's exactly like that." Tharkay looked up at Will, who had watched with great interest as Tharkay rolled a spliff.
"Like a cigarette," he echoed, "and not a cigar?"
Tharkay paused, raised an eyebrow. "Are they different?"
"With cigars, you don't breathe the smoke in so much as..." Will had clearly never explained the finer points of cigar-smoking to another person before and wore an expression of searching for the appropriate words. "As hold it in your mouth."
"That sounds disgusting," Tharkay said, one side of his lip curling up. "But this is definitely something you want to inhale properly."
This is proving difficult for me to write. Let's try something else.
Now that he was seated on the floor beneath a canopy made of spare blankets, braced by the dining room chairs, Tharkay could see the appeal of an indoor fort. The twins had been quite enthused by Will's suggestion,
"I am the queen of the castle," Martha informed everyone present, her pale hair falling in her face where it was coming loose from its plaits. "And you are all my servants."
"I am not!" George complained. "I want to be the king of the fort."
"Perhaps," Tharkay said, before they could begin to argue, "George is a king visiting from the next kingdom over."
"And I am having him for tea," Martha said decisively, looking quite pleased with this possibility. "And you are my servant, Tharkay."
"Then Daddy is mine," George countered.
"And Tharkay has invited me to take tea with him," said Will. He smiled at Tharkay"So I have accompanied King George to visit."
"So I did," Tharkay agreed. "May we take tea with you, Queen Martha?"
She considered this question very seriously and shared a significant glance or two with her brother. Finally, she said, "Yes, you may. But only if we may have real tea."
Will rocked back on his heels at the presentation of this request, ducking his head to avoid knocking the blankets down as he did. "Marthy--I mean, Queen Martha, I think perhaps pretend tea would be better."
"Please? Please?" Her voice took on a whining edge. George echoed her pleas, looking beseechingly at his fathers. "We promise to be careful."
Will and Tharkay had a silent conversation of their own, made up mostly of Will shrugging and Tharkay nodding his head. "If you are very careful..." Will began, and was promptly drowned out by the children's shouts of glee.
"Like a cigarette," he echoed, "and not a cigar?"
Tharkay paused, raised an eyebrow. "Are they different?"
"With cigars, you don't breathe the smoke in so much as..." Will had clearly never explained the finer points of cigar-smoking to another person before and wore an expression of searching for the appropriate words. "As hold it in your mouth."
"That sounds disgusting," Tharkay said, one side of his lip curling up. "But this is definitely something you want to inhale properly."
This is proving difficult for me to write. Let's try something else.
Now that he was seated on the floor beneath a canopy made of spare blankets, braced by the dining room chairs, Tharkay could see the appeal of an indoor fort. The twins had been quite enthused by Will's suggestion,
"I am the queen of the castle," Martha informed everyone present, her pale hair falling in her face where it was coming loose from its plaits. "And you are all my servants."
"I am not!" George complained. "I want to be the king of the fort."
"Perhaps," Tharkay said, before they could begin to argue, "George is a king visiting from the next kingdom over."
"And I am having him for tea," Martha said decisively, looking quite pleased with this possibility. "And you are my servant, Tharkay."
"Then Daddy is mine," George countered.
"And Tharkay has invited me to take tea with him," said Will. He smiled at Tharkay"So I have accompanied King George to visit."
"So I did," Tharkay agreed. "May we take tea with you, Queen Martha?"
She considered this question very seriously and shared a significant glance or two with her brother. Finally, she said, "Yes, you may. But only if we may have real tea."
Will rocked back on his heels at the presentation of this request, ducking his head to avoid knocking the blankets down as he did. "Marthy--I mean, Queen Martha, I think perhaps pretend tea would be better."
"Please? Please?" Her voice took on a whining edge. George echoed her pleas, looking beseechingly at his fathers. "We promise to be careful."
Will and Tharkay had a silent conversation of their own, made up mostly of Will shrugging and Tharkay nodding his head. "If you are very careful..." Will began, and was promptly drowned out by the children's shouts of glee.
