Listening to all of this thoughtful talk brings a pleased little giggle from Mrs. Weatherhill, who may or may not follow but is certainly charmed to hear all of it. Tamminy nods thoughtfully and a smile grows on her face as she listens to his perspective. It's an interesting one, and one which she's ready to accept – especially given the fact that it supports her own understanding, at least in part.
"So, if I'm following..." Lawrence says, then clears his throat. "Tamminy's part right... Which also means she's part wrong... That's really all I could have hoped for."
He goes back to eating and Tamminy massages her scalp. She should have known that stupid reply was coming. As a consolation Anna reaches past Isidor and pats V's shoulder gingerly. "I thought it was a very good description. Thank you, Viatorus."
That little pause gives Lawrence enough time to concoct an unsavory thought. He grins, hurries to swallow his food, and blurts out, "When Harrowheart used to write us he told us all about his dreams."
Odilia lowers her brow thoughtfully as she recalls his letters. She begins to shake her head but before she says anything Anna challenges him, "No he didn't? I remember he... Said that when you're in Outland you can hear the sound space makes? And that it's hard to get to sleep?"
Lawrence, on the verge of laughing, presses the issue. "No, yeah, he definitely told us all about his dreams... His dream to fuck a goat!"
While Mrs. Weatherhill's eyes go wide and fixate on her food Mr. Weatherhill barks, "Lawrence!" Lawrence only laughs, and both Robin and Michael join him. Jacob whispers something in his daughter's ear, but she's as unfazed by the language as her father's excuses.
Anna leans forward to get a look at Lawrence and scolds, "Are you talking about Farina? Don't talk about Farina like that!" She puts her hands flat on the table and assures Viatorus and Isidor, "He never made love to a goat, I swear."
A few seconds of silence pass before Tamminy leans back and whispers behind the Durants' backs to Lawrence, "I knew his game was bad, but he couldn't even score with a goat?..." Lawrence wheeze-laughs and leans over for a low five, which Doctor Photovolt is more than happy to supply. Hardtman looks on in grave disappointment but says no more.
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Date: 2017-04-10 06:32 pm (UTC)"So, if I'm following..." Lawrence says, then clears his throat. "Tamminy's part right... Which also means she's part wrong... That's really all I could have hoped for."
He goes back to eating and Tamminy massages her scalp. She should have known that stupid reply was coming. As a consolation Anna reaches past Isidor and pats V's shoulder gingerly. "I thought it was a very good description. Thank you, Viatorus."
That little pause gives Lawrence enough time to concoct an unsavory thought. He grins, hurries to swallow his food, and blurts out, "When Harrowheart used to write us he told us all about his dreams."
Odilia lowers her brow thoughtfully as she recalls his letters. She begins to shake her head but before she says anything Anna challenges him, "No he didn't? I remember he... Said that when you're in Outland you can hear the sound space makes? And that it's hard to get to sleep?"
Lawrence, on the verge of laughing, presses the issue. "No, yeah, he definitely told us all about his dreams... His dream to fuck a goat!"
While Mrs. Weatherhill's eyes go wide and fixate on her food Mr. Weatherhill barks, "Lawrence!" Lawrence only laughs, and both Robin and Michael join him. Jacob whispers something in his daughter's ear, but she's as unfazed by the language as her father's excuses.
Anna leans forward to get a look at Lawrence and scolds, "Are you talking about Farina? Don't talk about Farina like that!" She puts her hands flat on the table and assures Viatorus and Isidor, "He never made love to a goat, I swear."
A few seconds of silence pass before Tamminy leans back and whispers behind the Durants' backs to Lawrence, "I knew his game was bad, but he couldn't even score with a goat?..." Lawrence wheeze-laughs and leans over for a low five, which Doctor Photovolt is more than happy to supply. Hardtman looks on in grave disappointment but says no more.