Thomas straightens. "Wasn't aware my actions called for producin' offspring."
Abigail sways, unsteady on her feet after so much time upside down. It takes her a moment to process what's happening.
"By the Goddess, why would I want to go marryin' anyone male? The lot of you are pig-headed louts." She looks back and forth, watching them start to square off. "You, back to the kitchen."
She grabs the pail from Thomas, spilling water on his boots.
"And you. Don't you dare think about goin' anywhere but t'bed."
Abigail brandishes the bucket, and they should know her well enough to be afraid of what she might do if the mood strikes.
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Date: 2009-11-13 09:18 pm (UTC)Abigail sways, unsteady on her feet after so much time upside down. It takes her a moment to process what's happening.
"By the Goddess, why would I want to go marryin' anyone male? The lot of you are pig-headed louts." She looks back and forth, watching them start to square off. "You, back to the kitchen."
She grabs the pail from Thomas, spilling water on his boots.
"And you. Don't you dare think about goin' anywhere but t'bed."
Abigail brandishes the bucket, and they should know her well enough to be afraid of what she might do if the mood strikes.
Ah, family.