The Deck, early evening Thursday

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD about to go up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

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Re: The Birthday Girl

[bitchprince]

"Oh, don't worry, Dinah," Arthur said, politely. Very, very politely. "There will always be a place for you."

State visits got really boring. You learned how to sound flattering when you were really being an asshole.

Re: The Birthday Girl

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah stuck out her tongue at him. Not having any diplomatic aspirations meant she could do that when he was being dead-pan snarky at her expense.

"And your place will be what it's always been." She smiled back extra bright at him.

See, you picked up nuances when someone taught you fencing. Even if they were clumsy counters.

Re: The Birthday Girl

[bitchprince]

"So it will be," said Arthur, pleasantly taking that in stride. Smugly. "Have a good day, Dinah." He had food to eat.

Re: The Birthday Girl

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Ordering squirrels to get you more rum.

See? She didn't even say that out loud! She could be good too! Note to self: work in extra smug for the bits with the declarations of war.

"Thanks! And I will!"

Re: The Birthday Girl

[bitchprince]

And the squirrels, Arthur could have pointed out, also did bring him more rum, as was their place in the world. He nodded at her curtly, then made an impressive spin on his heel of the kinds only he could manage, and stalked towards the food.