Stay in the box. [...] No. Stay in the bo- Stay-
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
Sokka
I need workspace in the smithy. Stay out of my way. I won't be in yours.
Simon
Come to the smithy later. I need to fit you for something.
Katara
We will speak tonight. After dark, past the southern edge of town. If you are willing.
[Sigmund will not be home today until quite late, so the chances of catching him are slim. But everyone will find a neatly handwritten note slipped under their door, to the effect of "I made you something. It is in the kitchen. Your name is on the jars." And, as the notes said, there are three little pyramids of six squatty little jars each on the kitchen table. And in those jars... is pie. Portable pie. Sigmund-cooked portable pie. For Capell and Katie, apple. For Edward, venison and mutton.
...Pie.]
[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]
Sokka
I need workspace in the smithy. Stay out of my way. I won't be in yours.
Simon
Come to the smithy later. I need to fit you for something.
Katara
We will speak tonight. After dark, past the southern edge of town. If you are willing.
[Sigmund will not be home today until quite late, so the chances of catching him are slim. But everyone will find a neatly handwritten note slipped under their door, to the effect of "I made you something. It is in the kitchen. Your name is on the jars." And, as the notes said, there are three little pyramids of six squatty little jars each on the kitchen table. And in those jars... is pie. Portable pie. Sigmund-cooked portable pie. For Capell and Katie, apple. For Edward, venison and mutton.
...Pie.]
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...Are you asking to talk to me, or telling me to be someplace.
Oh. All right, I'll meet you. Seven o'clock?
Don't you mean you'll stay out of my way?
I already said I would.
[Well, now Richard is curious.]
[What in the world is all of that noise?]
Why do you have a dog?
Come see for yourself.
[He's not trying to be a brat, Sig, honest! He just knows at this point that Sigmund can be... a bit particular sometimes.]
[And true to his word, Simon will be heading into the smithy sometime in the afternoon. He probably smells vaguely of chocolate cookies.]
Over here.
A few pieces of parchment are spread about him with neat staff lines drawn on them. Obviously, he's been keeping himself occupied while waiting.]
When the door is opened, the first one to make it in is the puppy, mildly encrusted with snow stuck to his fur. He stops just inside the doorway, turning in circles and sneezing. Sigmund tries to gently nudge him out of the way with the toe of his boot]
Don't stop there, you're- ...Capell.
A puppy?
Yes. [And that wasn't even the worst part of Sigmund's day. He swings his heavy winter cloak off his shoulders and pull his gloves off, silent, but with that look on his face that means he's definitely thinking about something.]