Y Stabal, Llanuwchllyn, United Kingdom, Saturday

[bitchprince]

They'd gotten in an hour or so before sundown last night, and Arthur had spent rather a lot of time hanging out in front of windows, staring at the countryside. He couldn't help it-- being here both helped and hindered his homesickness.

It was a good thing they'd only scheduled a week, or he might have chosen to stay rather than return to Fandom. If they couldn't get home after graduation...

Anyway. It was a new day now, and there were various Plans for both the inside and the outside of the house he'd rented. Such was life.

[[ await the ocd! ]]

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Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

Perhaps not in a direction he'd thank them for going, though.

"It's a little hard to picture you taking summer vacations with your dad, somehow. Was he different when you were little?" She wasn't trying to poke sore spots; if he'd asked her the same question back, she'd have to say yes.

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

Arthur shrugged one shoulder. "It wasn't a vacation," he pointed out. "Sir Ector is a valuable ally, and he wanted to ensure that I met and trained with Cei, who would one day serve under me. It is important to have a bond with one's knights and a keen understanding of politics..."

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

"...So that would be a no, then." Between smacking Uther and hugging Arthur, one wasn't possible and the other would just get her stared at, so instead Francine just sighed and reached for a grape.

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

He took a slice of chicken and made quick work of it. "It wasn't too bad, being here," Arthur shared, oblivious to any undertones of the smacking or hugging variety. "Cei, for one, was complete rubbish at the sword when he was younger."

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

"Which was fun because...?"

Because it meant he had someone to wipe the floor with, Francine.

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

"Because I beat him," Arthur said, in that tone of voice that went did you really just not get that? That's adorable.

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

It was a gift. One of her less useful ones. "...Of course." By which she meant both 'of course you did' and 'of course that's your idea of a good time.' "We used to spend summers at my grandparents' place in Tennessee. It wasn't so different from here. More fields and less trees, though."

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

"What did you do out there?" he asked, taking the moment to steal more chicken off that plate.

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

"I don't know. Climbed trees. Fished." Sort of. "Went swimming in the pond." Sort of. "After I made sure there were no fish around."

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

"Sounds... picturesque."

He sounded very enthused. Yes.

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine shrugged. "It was quiet. Slow. It wasn't the city. I liked it." She grinned a bit. "Also my brother's room was at the other end of the house so I didn't have to throw shoes at the wall to get him to turn down his music." Or at his head.

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

"Have you ever gone back there?"

It was better than voicing his opinion about how that all of that sounded to him.

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not in a while. Not since my grandma's been gone." Francine toyed with another grape. "My mom's moving back there, though. After she and Dad... when they get paperwork taken care of, or whatever"

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

"Right," Arthur said, a bit uselessly, "The whole divorce... thing."

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mmn," said Francine, no more usefully. What was there to say about it that mattered now? "You don't have that, do you. In your time. People just... what, stay together forever, even if they hate each other?"

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

Arthur shrugged. "That's the idea," he said.

Although, you know, there were a whole bunch of ways to get out of it.

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

Ways that didn't involve poisoning your spouse or having them executed? Oh, convents. Right.

"That's the idea here too. Well, not the hating each other. You know what I mean." It's a grape, not your father's head, Francine. Eat it.

Re: The House

[bitchprince]

"You can't just cut it off like that, anyway," said Arthur, who was trying to avoid letting this go towards anything he'd have to worry about in the future.

Re: The House

[thatsamilkshake]

Sure you can cut it off. Just ask Peter Abelard. Ahem. We now return you to your non-snarky third person narration.

"It might be..." Better if you could, Francine was going to say, but yeah. The weather was good, the place was beautiful the house smelled like bread, and enough of that. "Whatever. I guess it'll be nice to see the place again, but it's not home."