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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Come see for yourself.
Not that knowing where Sigmund is will guarantee Ed's prompt arrival, all things considered... but he'll try.]
Edward heads right over, guided by sheer curiosity, and raps his knuckles on the door, poking in.]
My lord?
Yes, it is exactly that ridiculous.]
Should he just wait this one out or see who loses? He's kind of... morbidly curious, actually.]
Sigmund just turns to look at Ed with... actually, Edward has probably given him that exact look before whenever the subject of Capell came up.]
Yyyyyeah. Harder than one might think.]
Is there... a reason for the dog being here, my lord?
[Since he is clearly not going to get this puppy to stay in the crate for more than half a minute - but it worked so well when it was sleepy! - he sets it down on the floor. It waddles over to Edward and starts sniffing around his feet.]
Even if it looks more like a stuffed animal than a dog.]
I don't know what to do with a dog.
[A dog that gives Edward a few inquisitive sniffs, and then decides what will be really fun is chomping down on his pants leg and shaking it violently with playful little puppy growls. Or shaking itself violently, because Edward is a lot bigger and this plan was not really thought through very well.]
Gently he tugs the dog's mouth off his pants and offers his hand out again instead. If he's going to chew on something it might as well be mobile and less prone to tearing.]
All it really requires is food and attention, my lord. [.....] ...And some training.
The puppy responds to Edward's taking his new toy away with an unhappy little whine and snuffles around his hand some more. It's not even a little good for playing tug o' war with. Unfair. He lays his head in Ed's palm and bites at one finger with a disappointed puppy sigh. A huge, disappointed puppy sigh.]
Dog. No.
I'm sure Capell and I can be of some help with it.
Perhaps he should have been your gift.
But you've already named it, my lord. That makes it yours.
[...Okay, he kinda did. Not that he'll admit it.]
Of course, my lord. [Scratch scratch oh what a cute puppy you are yes you are awwwwww.. Good mood: get. This is exactly what this house needed, seriously.] ...Rewarding it would probably make it more obedient. [So you should be petting it. Just saying.]