by James Sanghyun Han (Tay Trefenwyd)

written Friday, 20 November 1998 © (steal this and DIE ;P)

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*Wil Ohmsford and Tay Trefenwyd walk into a brightly lit, rather posh inn*

Serving Dude: Welcome to the Four Directions Inn! Please sit down.
*Wil and Tay sit down* :P
Tay: What do you have today?
Serving Dude: We have beef stew.
Tay: Stew?
Serving Dude: Stew.
Wil: Mmm, stew! *claps his hands together and drools a bit*
Tay: *makes a face* Uhm, got anything else? Like, actual healthy vegetables and stuff?
Serving Dude: *raises an eyebrow* This is the Southland, after all. If you want any of that sissy rabbit food go to Arborlon or something.
Tay: *hmphs* Fine, stew it is. And some water please.
Wil: Can I get some ale?
Serving Dude: *skeptical stare* You old enough to handle it?
Wil: *pouty face* Of course I am!
Serving Dude: *shrugs* *walks away*
Wil: Geez! Who does he think I am! *pops his thumb into his mouth and sucks*
Tay: Eh heh heh, uhm, Wil, that's cute when we're at home, but not in public, okay? *pulls thumb out of Wil's mouth with a resounding POP*
Wil: WAAAAH!
*annoyed customers turn around and stare*
Tay: FINE! Big baby... *pops thumb back in*
Wil: *giggles as he sucks his thumb*

*times passes*

Wil: *eats loudly* *scarf scarf munch munch* Mmmm... meat sauce fresh...
Tay: *coughs* Uhm, you know Wil, I was thinking...
Wil: Hah??? *looks up from his plate with stew cutely smeared around his mouth, holding a fork and a knife in his grubby hands*
Tay: Eh heh heh heh... Uhm, well, wanna come back to my place tonight?
Wil: *swigs some ale* Sure! *grins dizzily and wipes his mouth with the back of one hand*

*later that night*

Girl: *shakes her mother awake* Mommy? What's that noise coming from Mister Trefenwyd's house? All this moaning and groaning, and I can't sleep! Make it stop, Mommy!
Mother: *yawns and listens to the noises for a second* *eyes gets wide and round* Uh, don't worry about it, dear. Go back to bed.
Girl: Okay. *goes away*
Mother: *shakes her sleeping husband next to her* Geritt? Geritt!
Geritt: *snorts and comes awake* Huh? What? What is it, dear?
Mother: Tomorrow morning you're putting a fence around our house. We have got to muffle that sound somehow.
Geritt: Okay, whatever you say, honey... *SNOOORE*

THE END