Second Floor Common Room [evening]

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

She'd been forewarned by Peter (and with Willow around, she was even less surprised) that the technology would be much advanced in comparison to what they knew. So when she discovered the televisions in the common rooms as she explored, Susan wasn't shocked or surprised so much as intrigued.

It took her a little while to work out how everything functioned, between the screen and the little rectangular thing with the buttons. However, once she understood that pointing the thing at the television and pressing the buttons was a way to control it, Susan made herself comfortable on the couch with some tea, and slowly began to peruse the channels.

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[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

"You said you let go of them," she argued, playing the conversation back. "And said something about linking them."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"No, Lego. Lego. One word. It's a brand of blocks. They're brightly colored blocks that snap together and hurt like a motherfucker when you step on them," Hannibal said eloquently.

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Susan nearly stood up, but barely contained her composure. "I beg your pardon, sir. You'd do well to watch your language while in the company of ladies."

Perhaps she'd misheard.

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"Are you the language police?" Hannibal asked, raising an eyebrow. "You step on a Lego and tell me they don't hurt like a motherfucker."

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"A profane vocabulary is merely a mark of an empty mind," she snapped. "I'm not any language police, but I am a lady and a queen and expect to be treated at least as the former if not the latter, out of common courtesy."

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"Yeah, well I'm a King," he said because he was, "and I can say whatever the hell I want in a public area. I didn't see a stupid no bad language sign unless it's only visible to your eyes. I'm just talking about Legos, here. Come on."

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She paused. "Well, Majesty," she retorted, ducking her head out of some respect for courtly manners if nothing else, "forgive me, but that merely brings to mind that there should be no reason for that language, if the subject is something so trivial. One would think that your Majesty could seek out alternate methods of communication in the presence of a lady."

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"Methinks my kingdom is slightly different than yours," Hannibal said. "Mine has beer. And Doritos. And no language rules. Do you want me to use sign language?"

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"What is a Dorito?" she asked, distracted now. "And we certainly do have beer."

[decoder-rings.livejournal.com]

"It's a food," he said, gesturing with his hand. "Potato chip that's covered in orange and stains your fingers which in turn stain your shirt. Always nice to go out having orange stains on your shirt."

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"And to think you were in search of civilization," Susan said dryly. "Good sir, you are refinement personified."

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"I'm a very relaxed King," he said, smiling. "I could help you with that, you know. Work out all that tenseness, get you past those language issues. It could be like a club!"

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

"No, no you couldn't," she said quickly. "I am not tense, nor do I require any assistance with any language. Thank you."

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"Aw shucks," Hannibal said, shaking his head. "There go my hopes and dreams of participating in every extracircular club I could find or invent. My parents will be ever so disappointed."

[not-that-gentle.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you could simply send them some Dorrytos to make it up to them."