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[fieryface]

"This isny Scotland," Jamie mutters to no one in particular as he flops down near the lake. The fair is being taken down at last, and it seemed a bit dreary to him, to watch it all come to pieces, so he wandered off towards the lake in search of somewhere cooler.

There's too much sun for it to be Scotland, that's what he thinks as he inspects his arms, which are definitely looking redder and more freckled than they did this morning. He can only imagine what his face is like. Speaking of which--

"Ah, shit." He hurriedly rolls over to retrieve Ursula's sketch from his pocket. Well, it only got a little bit crushed! He lays it down on the ground and tries to smooth it out. He doesn't want it, exactly, but it seems too rude by half to just throw away someone's hard work like that. He imagines what Meg would have to say about that.

So once it's smoothed out he just leaves it on the ground there, looking uncertainly down at his own face.

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[fieryface]

Ah, Christ. Poor Lady Douglas.

"Aye, it's true!" Jamie say heartily. "Tell her you had it out of France, think how she'll like that."

[likeroaringlions]

"Right! That's what I was thinking." He reaches to take the fan back again, still embarrassed but somewhat relieved. "But where should we keep the rest of this? We could get one of those rooms they have."

[fieryface]

Jamie bids thoughtfully. "Aye, aye, maybe we should. Don't need but one between us."

[likeroaringlions]

"Right. Just a place to put things, a place for a kip now and then. We'll go ask that Bar of theirs what it costs to keep one, aye?"

[fieryface]

Jamie nods. "Aye, we'll do that. Canny think how I'll get the money to pay for it, but-- I'm the king, I can have what I like, eh?" He laughs as he says it.

[likeroaringlions]

"I brought in a few things--pair of gloves, a dagger with a stone in the hilt--and traded them to the bar for credit, right? Something you can say you lost if anyone asks. --And aye, you're the king. You can have what you like."

He shares the laugh, ruefully. Supposed to have whatever they like, the king and the Douglas heir, except don't they half get in trouble when they try.

[fieryface]

"Oh, aye, just mad wee James, losing his things--" He knows that's not fair, it's a good idea. "But we'll do that. That's a good way, we'll do that."

[likeroaringlions]

William reaches over and swats at his arm. "I was thinking of myself. Hear it all the time from my dad, don't I? Losing things, not taking care of them, when he was my age he didn't have a pair of gloves to lose, am I sure I didn't give it to some whore, all that. --You are a wee mad James, though, no denying that." A big grin.

[fieryface]

He swats back. "If I am, you shouldny say things like that. Might be I'll just snap on you."

[likeroaringlions]

"You're no that type." He's not. It's Jamie, he has nightmares that don't always go away quick, but--it's Jamie.

William yawns and stretches back on the grass, arms folded behind his head. "Did you have any of those pies?"

[fieryface]

"Oof, aye." He flops back, too. "Too many, maybe."

[likeroaringlions]

"Girl selling them liked me."

[fieryface]

"Oh, did she? How do you figure that?"

[likeroaringlions]

"You can always tell, can't you? It was in her smile. And I made her laugh. Girls like that."

Okay, so the girl in question was a good ten years older than him, and he is obviously, blatantly, full of shit. But he's pretty sure she hadn't not liked him!

[fieryface]

"Yeah, funny, isn't it? How every girl you meet just falls in love with you."

[likeroaringlions]

"Poor things. They can't help it, I can't help it. Victims all of us."

He scratches his belly, yawning again. "Want to go in, see about that room?"

[fieryface]

"What now?" Then again, he's hot and sleepy, and doesn't much fancy falling asleep in the grass. "Yeah, alright."

[likeroaringlions]

William's thinking much the same, that it's the end of a warm day and something cold to drink and somewhere softer to lie down might be nice. So he groans and grumbles up onto his feet, and reaches out a hand to help Jamie up.

[fieryface]

Jamie takes William's hand and hoists himself up with a groan, and once he's up, stretches, reaching his long, skinny arms up to the sky.

"Right, then." Oh, right. He stoops to retrieve the drawing. He hesitates, then offers it to William. "You want it?"

[likeroaringlions]

"--Yeah, all right." He takes it, awkwardly-casually, and folds it in with the other two pictures. "Keep all this in our room, anyway, when we get one. And your bear. It's your bear now, I amn't taking that thing back."

[fieryface]

Jamie clutches the bear to his chest dramatically. "I wouldny let you! Wee William is mine now."