Entering the inn, Fastred and Miikka were greeted with a most unusual but not uncommon sight: that of Lielle chasing Lynly around, waving a frying pan. Quite menacingly, too. Miikka nudged Fastred, and said, Best stay out of their way. Go grab that corner table, so we can at least be out of that frying pan's range. He laughed and headed toward the bar to place their order.
Fastred, obviously, had been waiting for him as he didn't even get a chance to seat himself before she started firing questions at him. So what about this boyfriend thing? Are you trying to tell me something? Did someone ask about me? Have you been. . .at this he had no choice but to put both hands up and interrupt her. Hold it. Hold it. Will you calm down, please? I have two coffees here, but now I'm reluctant to give you one. You seem more hyperactive than usual. She muttered something under her breath while reaching for a cup, thanking him at the same time.
All I'm saying is that maybe if you had a man in your life, you wouldn't be so, uh, so. . . .Now he did it, and he cursed silently at himself for bringing this subject up. So, what? Huh? So, what, Miikka?! Finish your sentence, you bastard.
This is exactly what I'm talking about, he stated, trying to keep his voice down. You're so insulting. There, I said it. You happy now? Before she could respond, he continued, So far today, and let's face it, the day has barely begun, you've called me a Nord dog twice, a pig, and a bastard. Have I left anything out? She replied rather quickly, You're a horse's ass, too, but I'll save that one for another day.
He sighed and shook his head, while she stuck her tongue at him. Besides, what do you know about relationships, Miikka? That's what they're called, you know, not just this man and woman thing. He glared at her as their breakfasts were delivered. She ever so slowly made a sweeping glance around the room, then went on, And, uh, I don't see a line of women lining up for you any where near here. So really, Miikka, what do you know?
I know plenty, he snapped, as she smirked at him. I know enough, he corrected himself. Look, I know about women, okay? I've spent enough time around them to know what I'm doing. Never losing her smirk, she said, I really hate to be the one to break this to you, Miikka, but your mother and sisters don't count. OW!!! Did you just kick me?! He replied, How can I? I'm eating my breakfast, or trying to at least.
She considered this briefly, then said, Yeah, you're right. Fastred was about to dig into some ham and eggs, until, You DID kick me, you lying plops! Miikka, however, was prepared for this, as his legs were already spread far apart to avoid her inevitable kicking. As both her limbs flailed under the table with no targets hit, she glared at him, inquiring, Where are you?! Where are you?!
He just smiled at her. While Lielle continued to chase Lynly around the inn with that frying pan still firmly in her grasp, it seemed as if Fastred and Miikka had a set-to of their own.