This isnt a ficlet Illi. I apologize for the accents and the typos. Edits to follow:
"I ain't sure this be the best idea Bricu."
"Och, o'course it ain't the fuckin' best idea Shael. That ain't the point."
"I 'member that she didn't like 'umans."
"She got a wee better. If she's good 'nough t'watch me Naiara, she'll be good 'nough t'break Avers outta his mood."
"But."
"Oi. yer here ta stir the fuckin' polenta, not comment on me genius. Stir it 'for it gets lumpy. Oi, she's here."
Shael stopped stirring the polenta all together and looked into the dining room of Galahad. He watched as his son, head on one hand, mechanically ate a bread-dipped-in-olive-oil. Avers did not seem to notice as Illithias entered the dining room. She wore one of Delion's dresses, a season or two behind his current work, and her hair was combed over the ruined half of her face. She glared at the kitchen--straight for Bricu--then sat down next to Avers. He looked, a look of surprise on his face.
'I'msosorry!" he said, his voice cracking between two octaves. "Miss Illithias? What are you doing here?"
"I... I lost an arrangement with Bittertongue."
"An arrangement? Whatdo youmean?" He said quickly.
Illithias sighed. "He tricked me into agreeing to go on a date."
Avers dropped a piece of bread into his water glass.
"DATE?" The entire room shifted towards the elf and the teenager.
"Hush. No need to shout."
"How did this become a date?" Avers whispered furiously.
"Blame him."
Bricu stood before them, two plates of food--talbukk short ribs, with a cheesey polenta and fresh greens--in hand. "Miss. Sir. Enjoy yer dinner. Feel free t'curse the chef out when he leaves the table. Oi, Avers, yer da said no Wine for yeh. It makes yeh giddy."
"It does not!"
Bricu shrugged and walked away.
"Asshole." Avers muttered.
"Talanethia." Illithias muttered.
The two looked up from the table. "What does Talanethia mean?" Avers asked.
"The same thing as asshole."
"He pulled me out of class one day for his boxing lessons."
"HE taught his daughter to say Ballacks when ever she gets mad at me. She is always mad at me."
"He taught Precosia..." Avers trailed off. He picked up another piece of bread.
"Precosia, isn't she your friend?"
"She was. She's not talking to me anymore. She said my studies got in the way. I think it has to do with her being infatuated with Tarquin's newest hire."
"Him?" Illithias snorted. "He...Delion..."
"He what?"
"They're...close friends."
"Oh." Avers said. Then it dawned on him. "OH!"
Illithias stuided the intricacies of the table cloth. Avers studied the patterns left in the oil and cheese plate.
From the kitchen, Bricu nudged Shael.
"Oi, look at that. S'fuckin' briliant."
"they're starin' at the bloody table cloth."
"I know. I think they fancy each other a smidge."
"Fer the love o'Uther, yer daft."
"Just watch." Bricu retorted.
"Miss illithias?" Avers said, eyes squarely at the bread.
"Yes?" she responded, still analyzing the tablecloth pattern.
"Care to go for a walk in the park so we can curse Bricu out without getting caught?"
Illithias smiled briefly. "Yes. I think that would be appropriate and nice."
The two stood up and walked out of Galahad, eyes focused on the ground ahead of them.
Bricu looked at Shael, grinning widely. "There. When yeh gonna learn t'listen t'me Shael?"
"Shut up an' cook the bloody short ribs yeh tosser."
First Date
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First Date
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