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Date: January 8th, 2001
Status: Private - Wensley and Pepper
Setting: Kitchens
Summary: Someone needs to talk about why that didn't go so well....

Pepper hadn't run into Wensley at all in the past week. Not even seen him going up the stairs while she was coming down, or any of that. So she took matters into her own hands. What Adam had said aside, hiding in a big, old stone cold mansion was not helpful to anyone's health.

She wandered down into the kitchens, hoping to find that the Spectacled One had buried himself in work, like he usually did when he was feeling uneasy or depressed. The scents coming from the kitchen had never been better, so she had to assume that she was right.

She pushed the door open. "Allo?"

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[playswithboys.livejournal.com]

She laughed. "All for vengence, then, eh? We'll make a real pirate out of you yet." She nudged his ribs with her elbow. Wensley was the smart one. Just sometimes he was smart about the wrong things.

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"Yarr, me matey," he replied, curling one hand into a hook and squinting an eye. He laughed, then, dropping his pirate guise. "You three are better pirates than I am," he admitted. "I'll just make sure the loot gets evenly divided."

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"Well, someone has to," she agreed sagely, trying her very best not to cackle at his pirate voice. He never really was one for parroting of any sort. "Otherwise the loot would be so mucked up it'd be useless. Sensible just like always. That's all you've got to do now, jus' keep bein' the sensible one. Then everythin'll be fine." She was sure of that.

[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

"Right," he said. Just like always. That should get him through this ordeal.

"Don't you have some gardening to do, or some other boys to threaten?" He would be fine now, and Pepper surely had other things that needed attending to.

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She nodded. "Yeah, should get back to it. You should come visit me sometime, y'know. I really dun't bite anymore, even if the plants do. And if you dun't I'll get worried again and come after you, so you better."

She pushed his glasses back up on his nose, hopped down from the counter and headed back to the greenhouse.