M'Lady P'nyssa, wouldst thou carest to joinest me'est?" I laughed.M'Lady P'nyssa, wouldst thou carest to joinest me'est?" I laughed. He can be one of the silliest people I know. But I do love him; it doesn't hurt that he has a magnificent pair of buns, either. I accepted his hand gracefully and we walked to the kitchen. As we did so, I turned back to see Susan and Dick talking animatedly, in hushed tones. When we reached the kitchen and had closed the door behind us I said, "Susan just told me she has a crush-" "On you, right?" he interrupted, joking. "Yes." "I was only kidding, Nyss." "I'm not. She told me this morning; she wants to sleep with me." "Nyss, she's never slept with anyone except Dick her whole life." "Except you." "Yeah," he said. Being a telepath has its occassional disadvantages; I had the annoying habit of knowning him "too well" sometimes. "You feel guilty about that. Why?" "You had to know Dick and Susan before the Hall. They're inseperable, always have been and always will be. The idea that I came between them bugs me." "You did not come between Susan and Dick. They made the decision to seduce us, not the other way around." I walked over to him and said, "Look, if you think it's a bad idea, I won't. But I don't think it's a bad idea; I think it's good that she's admitting these things." "It's up to you, sweetheart," he said as he dug about in the midrange cooler for eggs and milk. "Dick and I are going to be busy all day, doing what he does best." He rolled his eyes. "So you two are on your own. Have a happy New Years' Day and make Susan happy." He left me to stand in one corner of the kitchen while he fired up the stove and cooked scrambled eggs for himself. Six eggs; sometimes he's a bottomless pit. He also puts the red pepper-and-vinegar sauce in his eggs- He knows he's not getting a kiss after that. Still, I don't think he expected one, except maybe a peck on the cheek while I tried not to inhale the fumes. "How many, sweetheart?" he asked. It must be nice to have fingers; there are times when I'd rather let my thoughts roll on and not have to answer, except with a gesture, the way he sometimes does with that Ameslan. "Two." "Coming right up," he smiled, cracking two eggs into a coffee mug and attacking them with a fork. |