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Date: January 4, 2001
Status: Private - Adam, Pepper
Setting: Pepper's Room
Summary: Adam wants to check up on his friend.

It had been three days since their New Year's kiss and Adam hadn't seen Pepper anywhere. He was starting to get a little worried. It could have gone better, sure, but she wouldn't just avoid him afterward, would she? He didn't want that to happen again.

Just in case, Adam went to the kitchen and armed himself with Wensleydale's best hot cocoa. When Wens had learned it was for Pepper, he added extra whipped cream and a mint leaf. Smiling faintly, Adam carried it carefully up the stairs and knocked on her door.

"Pep? You in there? I got somethin' for ya."

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"Well, if it's just a baby, you might piss off it's mum," she pointed out sagely. "Besides, I think you're underest'mating it. I think it could be really dangerous." The finger continued twisting in a perturbed fashion.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? Too bad. I always thought it was th'egg."

Adam grinned. "I happen to know its mum lives pretty far away. It's here all by its lonesome with only its friends the spectaclemonster and the ruggersmonster to protect it."

Then he blushed slightly, shaking his head. "Didn't you pay any attention in Sunday school? Says right in Genesis that 'God created every livin' creature that moveth, which the waters brought forth abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after his kind.' He made all the animals first. Otherwise the world'd just be covered in eggs with no one to sit on 'em."

"That so?" she said challengingly. "And what's it bein' held by now, eh? The applemonster?" She tried to push her finger foreward, to see if she could get it to jab at his collarbone.

And then she snorted at him. "No, I never paid attention in Sunday school. Didn't you ever pay attention to me not payin' attention? I'd make paper airplanes and throw 'em at Wensley." She paused and thought about it a little harder. "Except I liked the story about the slaves leavin' Egypt. And the one 'bout Judith cuttin' off that man's head."

"Yup," said Adam, pushing her finger away from his collarbone, except that it ended rather close to his lips. Staring at it, he added, "Er, you would like those... Didn't we play Moses once? Brian liked all those plagues if I 'member right." Which was kind of creepy when he thought about it now.

His eyes went a bit crossed there. "What'd you go an' do that for?" she teased. He'd dug his own hole, he was going to have to climb out of it.

"We did play it," she said after thinking for a moment or two. "I got to be Pharoah for that one; that was brilliant. But I got mad at Brian b'cause he actually went and found live frogs and said he was gonna drop 'em on us for the plague, and I was worried 'bout the safety of the frogs."

"Didn't wanna get poked," he muttered, bringing her hand down and off to one side.

"'zat when we had that rain of frog*?" Adam asked, a smile playing around the edges of his mouth.

*In the end they played Charles Fort Discovering Things. This consisted of one of the Them walking around with the ancient remains of an umbrella, while the others treated him to a rain of frogs or, rather, frog. They could only find one in the pond. It was an elderly frog, who knew the Them of old, and tolerated their interest as the price it paid for a pond otherwise free of moorhens and pike. It put up with things good naturedly for a while before hopping off to a secret and so far undiscovered hideout in an old drainpipe.

"Then stop bein' fun to poke," she retorted, trying to tug her finger away again, now that it was in a safer place.

She grinned. "Yeah, rain of frog. One frog was okay, seven was just not on. Wonder if that ol' frog's even there anymore." It was probably dead by now, but she didn't want to say that.

"Fun to poke?" he repeated, cheeks colouring faintly. Absently, he let her finger go.

Then Adam chuckled. "Oh, I 'spect that ol' frog's still there." Things didn't change much in Lower Tadfield. "He didn't seem to mind too much bein' a rain."

Pepper smirked. "Fun to poke. Dun't you ever wonder why you're gettin' poked all the time?" She could probably write a book titled 101 Ways to Make Adam Young Blush. In fact, she was sure she could write that book. And a sequel once it started selling.

"No, the rain wasn't the worst we did to poor frog," she said with a wince. "I think the rain was probably one of the easiest things he ever did with us."

The problem with that book is that it would probably only work for Pepper. "I wouldn't say I got poked all the time. Mostly jus' by you."

Adam laughed. "I 'spect he didn't mind so much. We scared away anythin' big enough to eat 'im an' when he got tired of us, he jus' hopped away."

Because it amuses me," she reiterated, her smirk morphing into something catlike. "An' my amusement is all that matters, I'll 'ave you know."

She pondered over that certain tendency they all had when around Adam to only name things for what they were. In all her years she had never managed a reason for it that seemed likely, but she had never asked either. "Unlike Dog, who was forced to bear his reindeer antlers with pride."

"It amuses you?" he repeats fondly. "What, are you anglin' to be the Roman emperor instead?" Adam stood haughtily and pointed across the room. "Bring me the blond one in the back. He amuses me. The impertinent one on the right. SEIZE HIM! Hold him for pokin' immediately."

She sat back on her bed, putting her pillow behind her back and straightening up as regally as she could. "That sounds 'bout right. And when the pokin' has ceased he can rub my feet an' feed me grapes." Being Roman emperor sounded like it would work out just fine. She rather thought her voice was suited for shouting SEIZE HIM all the time, in fact.

Adam snorted. "I c'n get you grapes, but your feet are on their own. You been muckin' 'round in that greenhouse and I don't even wanna know what you an' Crowley use for fertilizer in there."

"I dun't walk around in the greenhouse in my bare feet!" she protested. "With what's on the floor there? Got to be crazy to try it." Her lips curled secretively. "We use the dead bodies of the ones who have grown neglected their duties of foot-rubbing, grape-feeding and fun-to-pokeness. It makes the plants grow good and strong, really."

"I'll be turned into plant food if I dun't please you? You're gettin' a little too good at this emperor thing. You're like Caligula or somethin'."

She stuck her tongue out at Caligula. "Nah, he was barkin' mad. I'd rather be like Alexander the Great. Or Cleopatra. Maybe we should switch countries."

Adam raised an eyebrow. "You gonna go killin' yourself with a snake?" There was only one of those around the Manor...

Now it was her turn to blush. What with how the writers had made it all dramatic and said that the queen had held the snake to her breast to bite her. Well, that didn't make anything very comfortable. "No," she snapped with a majestic air to get the attention off her cheeks. "I'd be a better Cleopatra than the old one. I'd be smart 'nough not to 'ave to kill myself.

He laughed. "Well, that's all right, then."

With a glance at the door, Adam looked back at Pepper. "Looks like I've gotta get goin' now, but it was good to talk to you, Pep. I'm glad we're all right an' everythin'. I'll keep an eye out for Brian and you do the same for Wensley, okay?"

Adam was half-way out the door before he stuck his head back in with a grin. "I don't think 'e's poisonous, anyway..." Then he ducked out again to avoid any flying objects.

She nodded and watched him start to leave. His parting shot made her get to her feet and wish that she had something only slightly damaging to throw (just for the scare factor, not to actually cause any irreprable harm).

"Bloody prat!" she shouted after him. "You are goin' to get the soundest beatin' of your life next time I see your face, you hear me?"

It didn't really matter if he did, the words weren't as important as the sound of shouting. She smiled and went back to her desk to finish her hot chocolate.

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