and on to the glory at my right hand
"They're eating the seaweed," Ronin says through a groan of long-suffering amusement, the Knight trying his hardest to bite back his smile but failing entirely, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He'd sent Sugar to be their chaperone for the adventure into the surf - and yes, ankle deep only boys, because she's a ruthless tattle-tale - but the result is an unintentional backseat into whatever ridiculous plan is underway.
Dropping his hand and smiling helplessly at Remi now, the Knight has no leg to stand on when it comes to real complaints; he'd done this much and worse as a younger man, and the jury would still be out for right now given the option. "I'm gonna go get us some decent drinks from The Last Word. Did you want to do the hoop jumping?" Only one of them can get properly drunk enough to even consider it a good idea, but equally, if they're doing it, perhaps Carlo and Calan won't want to.
Dropping his hand and smiling helplessly at Remi now, the Knight has no leg to stand on when it comes to real complaints; he'd done this much and worse as a younger man, and the jury would still be out for right now given the option. "I'm gonna go get us some decent drinks from The Last Word. Did you want to do the hoop jumping?" Only one of them can get properly drunk enough to even consider it a good idea, but equally, if they're doing it, perhaps Carlo and Calan won't want to.
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