026 - Cranapple

[deadly_ned]

[Flushed bright from his Thanksgiving dinner at the Winchester home and the port that came before it, it's a half-smiling Piemaker that turns on his communicator one frosty December morning]

I know what I have to do.

To feel better. I know what I have to do to feel better and come back and be a good, responsible warden Alpha can rely on.

I need to go see Chuck. Recharge the batteries, get a fresh outlook and wash down the tables and restart the day again.

I think I'm going home for the day.

Comments

[deadly_ned]

I used to hate that word. Magic.

...Sorry. Still do, in fact.

[architrave]

Ah. [ It strikes her as a personal thing, as opposed to an Above thing. ]

No need to be sorry. What would you rather I called it?

[deadly_ned]

There's no other word for it. Magic'll have to do.

[architrave]

It is what it is. [ But she doesn't want to upset him, either way. Ned is a friend, and that is important. ]

[deadly_ned]

It is. Isn't it? And there's no getting away from it no matter how hard we try.

[architrave]

No, there truly isn't.

How'd you get so wise, Ned?

[deadly_ned]

Years of friendlessness and seclusion.

[architrave]

Oh.

Well.

I'm glad you're no longer a friendless person in seclusion.

[deadly_ned]

So am I. Most days.