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[talentsgirl]

So - "Wingsville," is it? Just waiting on the final word? I've got to tell you, I'm impressed with the effort you put into the icons and all, but I can't say now is the best time to be taking me from Planet Earth. I mean, sure, a fifteen minute intermission is appreciated for the audience to stretch their legs, but we're heading into the climax now and I'd rather not miss it.

[Molly, honey, you don't really want to go to that Aztec temple, and we both know it. You know it's gonna be bad out there.]

Stop trying to convince me. Whether I want to go or not, I need to do it, and I don't care about those 'foreshadows' you keep trying not to tell me about.

...and the fact that Harry is going to be there really doesn't make a difference. He's just going to want to get back home to save his kid - and that's exactly what we're gonna do. So you can quit making icons now.

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[greenjacketed]

[ he just MAKES A FACE. a little petulant, perhaps.

you have a point, molly. he concedes it with a slight shake of his head. ]

[talentsgirl]

[She tilts her neck to the side - it's quite a nice neck - exposing the serpent-like tattoo on the left side of her neck to his clear vision.]

Were women in the habit of getting things like this that you can remember? Or turning their hair different colors?

[Heck, she'd tug her shirt down a little to show him the one high up on her cleavage that trails all the way down later, but she doesn't want to give the guy a heart attack.]

[greenjacketed]

[ pshaw. our dear major has seen many a bared bosom in his time. not that he doesn't fully appreciate each one, mind you... ]

Aye. Some do, lass. Some do get ink. Not, I recall, the gentle ones.

[talentsgirl]

[This is going to give her a headache.]

So either I'm crazy, a liar, or telling the truth.

[She shrugs a little.] I can't prove it to you, Richard.

[greenjacketed]

[ watch his fail-flirtation in action as he gives another half-shrug. ]

You and me could just forget the whole argument over a meal and some...I'm afraid I haven't wine but we could water down your brandy. Make it more -- what was the word? Palatable, like.

[ the word certainly sounded unpalatable in his mouth. ]

[talentsgirl]

[Well, that certainly is pretty fail flirting.]

...I'm not sure I could go out and eat a meal with someone who thought I was a liar.

[The amusement and teasing is so clear in her voice.]

[greenjacketed]

Why, lass? I've no problem dining with one.

[ cheeky, cheeky. ]

[talentsgirl]

[She acknowledges the hint with a wince and a laugh.]

I can see I'll have to watch myself with you, Mister Sharpe.

[greenjacketed]

Aye, Molly. It's a grand thing you won't remember this when we do meet. Properly.

[talentsgirl]

Then again, you won't either. Who knows, maybe you won't be interested in dinner then.

[She is clearly SO CONCERNED about this.]

[greenjacketed]

Me? I'd never turn down a meal. No soldier in his bloody right mind would.

[ he COLOURS. ] If you'll pardon the language.

[talentsgirl]

I've heard worse.

[Though not. Often. Swearing was frowned upon in the Carpenter household.]

Although I'm not keen on playing second fiddle to supper.

[greenjacketed]

Doesn't want to share a meal with a man who thinks she's a liar; doesn't want to share a meal with a man who's more interested in sharing a meal.

Her ladyship's got standards indeed.

[talentsgirl]

Too low, do you think?

[greenjacketed]

I fear I'll not be able to reach your lowest, Miss Molly. So set'em as high as you must.

[talentsgirl]

[More of that self-depreciation. She doesn't like it. Her gaze flickers over his face again, briefly meeting his own for a moment before looking away, and her smile unaccountably sobers.]

I wouldn't be fit to judge that. I've just met you.

[Again, her gaze darts to his and away, fast as a butterfly's wing.]

I think it's important to really know a person, before you decide what sort of standards they can or can't meet.

[greenjacketed]

[ thing is, he agrees -- but he's been gaming the class system so long. it generally helps to come out humble and claw your way to each little crumb of respect. ]

It's a kind thought. But there's not much more to meet -- not of me, at least. Just an officer, miss.

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[talentsgirl]

[I think you'd be surprised what I'd see, if I were to let you meet my eyes.

No, Molly. Magic isn't the answer. Just a tool.]

[talentsgirl]

Is this the part where I crack a joke about a man in uniform?

[Because she wouldn't let this go, but time, place, and also - caution. She really doesn't know this man. For all she knows, he could have his reasons. Just as she has hers.]

[greenjacketed]

It is a bloody fine uniform. [ he's so proud of his green jacket. he wishes one day to be buried in it. ]

[talentsgirl]

[No apology that time. She crosses her arms and smiles.]

No arguments here.

[greenjacketed]

Does a lady of your time know what the green means, lass?

[talentsgirl]

...it's less easy to shoot than red?

[Potentially not the kind of joke she should be making, but to hide - that's where her mind goes.]

[greenjacketed]

[ evidently, he appreciates the joke. ]

You're on to summat, there. This here is a rifleman's jacket. Crack shots, us.

[ think elite sniper team but for ye olden days. ]

[talentsgirl]

[Molly is appropriately impressed! She's had training with various types of guns, and shooting them is not easy.]

So you had to especially train for it?