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Well, this is lovely. Hang on a bit, I think I've still a mass of cobwebs clinging about. It's been, oh...years dare I say? And no, whatever ideas are multiplying in that wicked little brain of your were not 'well worth the wait'.

I need to find a way to keep you from these evening of nostalgia. Oh sure, admit it ducky, you are far to old for puppy eyes and you are not my sister.

....bribes work. Bribes work rather well. Alright, I'll be game. See who this scares up then.

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[Who it scares up should come as no surprise, particularly given the new accessibility of their respective films via a convenient streaming service, as opposed to the dual-showing every fortnight on AMC.

That said, far be it from Evelyn to ignore her darling older brother, reprobate that he is.]

Jonathan, even when I bat my eyelashes at you, it rarely works. [He's the one who taught her how to wheedle, anyhow.] Are you expecting bribery in I.O.U.s, or actual currency?

[Charming reprobate, dear sister. Have a cheeky grin though, he is happy to see her.]

Baby sister! Well, of course not. After all, if you did get any lessons on adorable manipulation, I do believe I'd have been the teacher.

[smaller grin.]

Things considered...and from what I remember? I might actually go with those IOU's instead.

[She never said he wasn't charming. He is, point of fact, but sometimes to his own detriment. Evelyn returns the grin, because in spite of appearances they've always been thick as thieves.]

And you were a marvelously deplorable tutor,

[she informs him, with just as much cheek.]

Sadly the currency of this particular realm is non-existent. I know your wallet- apologies, your heart, is weeping.

[Appearances were easily deceiving. The cheek makes him smile, quick to change it back to his lop-sided slightly dandy grin. He puts a hand to his heart.]

Ah yes, it weeps. And had I a mind to listen to those daft old lectures I could possibly quote something fitting at this moment.

My mun mentions Moliere. [cue nose wrinkle.]

[Hand to God, he still somehow manages to look vaguely sincere.]

Not Thoreau? "Our life is frittered away by detail, simplify, simplify." [It earns an equally wrinkled nose from her end of things.] I, for one, have never found a bevy of details wanting.

[This, coming from the woman who spent the better part of her childhood learning dead languages for fun.]

[It is a gift, though now he looks mildly put out before shaking his head.]

I'm fairly certain the world does not have enough brandy for me to begin quoting Thoreau. Though after a few pints, Longfellow seems appropriate.

[And there's a grin.]

Devil in the details, Evy, devil in the details.

Leave it to you to be attracted to an abundance of Yankee writers,

[Evelyn sniffs imperiously, because historians are really as far as she'll go when it comes to American authors. Some of them are fair, mind you, but there are others...]

Next you'll be telling me that the dearest wordsmith to your heart is Fitzgerald.

They always did paint me as a rebel, darling.

[Now he is amused and honestly smiling. He makes a bit of a show on thinking it through.]

Now, ducky, Fitzgerald is American but his book do have that good old fashioned British brooding to them.

Brooding? Is that what you call it?

[Oh, sir. Sir. Such a statement is cause enough for fisticuffs.]

Not a vapid, inane perspective of women's autonomy or, or a revolting opinion of new trends- people are calling Gatsby one of his best works, you know, and the entire thing is a melodrama from start to finish, it's so- it's simultaneously prosaic and pretentious.

[Oh this is far to amusing, he's trying to keep a straight face dear, really!]

His best work? Judging by that glowing review, I have to wonder what his others are like. And pretentious is such a naughty word, Evy.

[He will now play the big brother and tease her mercilessly.]

[This face. Just...this face.]

[...he's right, she oughtn't critique pretentiousness given the social standing of their family. Evie backs down - but only just - and composes herself.]

I think I've earned the right to be critical. [Sniff.] Speaking of authors, is yours looking to plant you anywhere?

[That is possibly his favorite face. And he'll smile a bit at it.]

Oh you've earned more than that, old mum.

[He rubs the back of his head.]

Ah, no place in particular. I haven't been placed in a game in well over six years. What about you? Any more adventures I should be loosing sleep over?

Didn't realize puppy eyes worked with Evie, honestly. Though I'm curious about what kind of bribes were offered.

[Nose wrinkle.]

When she was much shorter and far less likely to summon the evil dead they worked wonders.

[Small smirk, such a trust worthy smirk it is.]

The best sort, O'connell, the best sort.

Have you used words before? I may be a rude American, but those have worked really well in my experience.

[eyebrow, he doesn't trust that smirk]

Glenlivet, 12 years old?

Words only work when people listen to them.

[This he has experience with, but the smirk is now a grin.]

That and so much more. Have you ever had truly delectable brandy, old man?

Then I get to be a cowboy and ride to the rescue. And hey, no one's obligated to do what you want.

[shaking his head. bro, pls]

Had some French brandy a few years back, but can't recall the label.

Which is also very American of you. Granted I do appreciate the entire bit about the rescue.

[Well he isn't going to try for an innocent grin, just a slightly cheeky one.]

I have failed you as a brother-in-law.

Evie'll skin you if you bring me home drunk, you know. She's been learning to shoot, by the way. She's almost as good as Annie Oakley was.

You are teaching my baby sister bad American habits, you realize.

[See now the line goes between fearing Evy and wanting to see O'Connell hilarious inebriated.]

Oh, I've taught her a lot of bad habits. She's taught me some bad habits the English have, too. [oh no you didn't]

Please tell me you've not got her drinking that deplorable coffee you are so fond of.

[British have no bad habits, what are you on about :|]

Nope. Still hates it. More for me.

[and anything else he taught Evy went right over Jon's head. And yes you do have bad habits. Like not saying what you mean.]

Ah good, then none of the nastier habits have stuck about.

[That is his baby sister.]

Now about putting you in a state that will have my tiny sister possibly hanging me.

I suppose as long as you're not causing trouble... though the kind of trouble that's actually a threat is really more Evelyn's specialty than yours.

My trouble is more likely to die after a good what-for from a shotgun.

[small smirk.]

Well, yes I suppose so. Hasn't really stopped trouble from showing up around me.

You spend a lot of time with your family. That opportunity is not something to dismiss lightly.

And I don't but really, a nice afternoon at the park is the norm for most. Not...gallivanting about Egypt with something dead and utterly abominable chasing us.

[He gives Jonathan an amused look.] Perhaps you should suggest the park.

[Oh look at you, an actual smile!]

So long as there a posting saying 'no mummies allowed'.

I'm certain they wouldn't heed a sign.

Well, you could write it in ancient Egyptian?

I don't think language barrier is the problem, Jonathan.

I am going for benefit of the doubt, my friend. I am rather desperate to avoid those mummies a third time.

Perhaps keeping your sister away from artifacts would be more a more effective option.

Bribes? Oh really Joanthan are you still on that?

Does that mean I can bribe you into watching Alex for a few hours?

Bribes are practically my bread and butter, old mum!

[shifty eyes. He loves his nephew yes but children are...loudish.]

Perhaps, depending on the bribe and if Alex and I can share it.

Somethings never change.

[She taps her chin thoughtfully.]

How about some home made cookies? And a small trinket from our last dig.

You would worry if they did, Evy

[It's an odd sign when the cookies are more tempting than the trinket.]

How many cookies, baby sister?

You know me too well, Joanthan. I'd have sleepless nights of worry.

[She smiles almost proudly.]

A dozen or so. Chocolate chip and oatmeal.

Aw, you do care.

[Had him at Chocolate, love]

Only if I am allowed to trick Alex into eating all the oatmeal.

I always care. I'm your sister.

[Aw, Jonathan.]

How do you intend to do that?

[softer smile for a moment before he smirks softly.]

Evy, Evy, EVy. I can't give you all my trade secrets now can I?

No I suppose, not. But I do know some of them.

[Knowing grin.]

Anything worth having is worth waiting for. [Is that the slight sing-song of my adages are better than yours? It might be.]

If you're cobwebby already, you can help me with the spring cleaning. I think there's a nest of mice in one of the rooms I shut up before we left for Cairo.

Oh, ducky, but that means patience. Which, you might recall is a virtue and I will have none of those about.

[Complete look of horror now.]

Well if the door is shut, the little buggers can't get out. Why change that by actually going in there?

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he's in a mood

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tell us how you really feel, Evy xD

she has Opinions™ :'D

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that would actually be hilarious XD

You would need a lot of brandy.

it would possibly be worth it

You get to try to get a 6'3" dude who spent 3 years getting drunk plastered. Good luck.

The money it would take makes him weep

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Have another Evy. Sorry. :|

no apologies! all are welcomed \o/

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