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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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.]