Meeting the Hessings for the first time! Bronwen wants to figure out how to be more “polite” so she can fix the fight she had with MacBeth. Cassius isn’t too keen on free roaming farm animals. Ma Hessing sends Bronwen and MacBeth in to her “cellar of doom” where they’re forced to talk. MacBeth apologises for teasing her, but Bronwen says that wasn’t what she was mad about. She considers him her best friend, and she doesn’t want him to get himself killed. MacBeth promises he won’t.
Good Morning Orlu! It’s a bright sun shiny perfectly normal day out in the country! Look at those farms filled with cows!
Cassius: *Cassius was nursing a nasty hangover, and was seemingly not speaking to Bronwen. This whole hideout thing sounded like a great idea, but once he caught a glimpse of cows, he wasn’t too sure.* …What the fuck is with the cows?
Duncan: *Looked up as he flipped a few switched and pressed a few buttons, obviously about to land.* I want you all to meet some folk. The Captain said the more rest we get the better and what better place to escape from bounty hunters and the like?
Cassius: There’s not any women out in the country. *This was a huge disappointment. He cast a scowl in Bronwen’s direction. That’s probably exactly what she wanted. To make the whole lot of them miserable for pissing her off.*
Duncan slows the Briar Rose and the ship begins to descend. She lands nice and smooth, in part to her nice, shiny engine. He cuts off the power.
Duncan: Come on. Think positive. We have to make the best of things, right? *He stood and led the way out of the ship and out onto the grass. He parked a good distance away from a rather large home and right next to it, a barn. There are corrals filled with not just cows but horses and a few other animals as well. And as they look around, some ducks waddle past them and chicks follow after their mother.
Cassius: We’re surrounded by animals. *Cassius could build a ship from scratch, take out a bar full of men with his bare hands, and make a fish swallow his own bomb, but apparently he was wigged out by free roaming farm animals. He gave a wiiide birth to those ducks.*
Duncan: *Glanced at the Captain as if surprised that she would ask him something like that.* Hey, you wanted a place to hide and a place to learn some manners so … I brought you to my home. *He spread his arms wide.*
Duncan: *Blinked a few times and slowly put his arms down.* … Yeah. A farm. *He looked around and cupped his hands to his mouth, finally turning to the house.* MAMA! PAPA! IT’S ME, DUNCAN! I BROUGHT SOME FRIENDS!
Cassius: *Cassius had one of them looks on his face. Like he was about to laugh and scream all at the same time.* Ohoho. Where did MacBeth get off to. He should see this.
A old crotchety looking man came ambling out of a barn, carrying a pitchfork and looking as mean as he could. He didn’t even say a word as he marched up to the group, stuck his pitchfork in the ground and patted Duncan’s shoulder. Patpat. Then his face twisted up in what was probably a smile, but he was missing a few teeth so it looked pretty scary!
Duncan: *Grinned.* I’m sorry for the unannounced visit, Papa. These are my friends, Bronwen, Cassius, and Mac. *He gestured, then paused and looked around again.* Where’s Mama?
He didn’t mutter a word, rather he just pointed a bony thumb back towards the house. At least he was grinning as he wrapped an arm around Duncan one one around Bronwen to lead them in through the door.
Cassius: *Cassius, keeping his comments to himself trailed after them. Hands in his pockets, and a smirk that spoke volumes.*
As they neared the house, they could smell something delicious coming from inside. The back door is wide open and someone is singing rather sweetly. As they enter, the someone is definitely a female with her back to them. She wears a long light blue dress and her jet-black hair is in a braid down her back. She is slender but surely the wife of a farmer like Duncan’s dad is as old and crinkled as he is?
Cassius: Helloooo! And who is this vision of lovely beauty here in your household kitchen, Duncan? Your little sister?
Duncan: *Blinked!* … Sister, this is my–!
“That’s my wife.” said the scruffy voice from the old man. He was grinning just as toothy as ever!
The female suddenly turned. Dark blue eyes set in a heart-shaped face with a body fit and buxom to die for. “Oh, son! You’ve stopped by for a visit!” she squealed. She left her cooking to run up to Duncan and throw her arms around his neck.
Cassius: *Cassius was beat red and choking on his own words.* M..mother?!
Mama Hessing didn’t notice the others at first, too busy hugging her son to death it seems! She finally leaned back to get a good look at him. “Oh … I told your Fa you would visit soon enough!” She cupped his cheeks and patted them gently before turning to face her visitors. “Why, hello there. It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I hope my husband’s been treating you rightly.” She grinned at him.
Papa Hessing just grinned his toothless grin and nodded his wrinkled balding head. He was a perfect gentleman as always.
She smiled and went over to her husband, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Oh, he is.” She smiled and turned to them again. “Oh, he was?” She reached up and patted her son on the cheek. “We did tell him to come home whenever he felt the need. Duncan’s got wanderlust in his blood. Just like his father. Isn’t that right, Fa? And we could certainly use the extra help around here.”
“Got some chores right now.” says Papa, whose grin has disappeared to be replaced with a business like scowl. Apparently there were lots and lots of chores.
Duncan: We can definitely help you out, Pa. Right, guys? *He turned to Cassius and Mac.*
Cassius: *Cassius was still looking a bit weird about hitting on someone’s mom… He nodded his head!* R..right.
Mama Hessing laughed softly. “I can’t possibly send you all out to chores without something in your stomach. How about we all sit down to some breakfast, get to know each other, and then go out and work?”
“Could eat a child.” Said Papa, as he shambled his old man feet over to the kitchen table and stuffed a napkin down the front of his shirt as was routine.
Mama Hessing laughed again. She genuinely thought his remark was funny as she moved about quick aand as light as a mouse! She suddenly grabbed extra dishes, some extra napkins and silverware, even some extra seats. With some arranging, her small table easily fit four others. “Voila! Please, sit.” She gestured. “Now, it might take a few minutes but I’ll have extras in no time.” She served her four guests first and then her husband, able to split the food she’d already cooked evenly. It gave them a chance to eat and bought her some time to cook more.
Duncan: *Eggs! Waffles! Bacon! Sausage! Pancakes! Toast! Oh, the works! No one cooked like his mother did! And she had milk and juice to drink! Oh, his mother was one of a kind!*
Cassius: You know, Flyboy… I think this wasn’t such a bad idea, after all! Not only do we get fine home cookin’, but the company of your lovely mother and your hilarious father! *Cassius didn’t hesitate to stuff a waffle in his mouth!*
Papa Hessing scarfed down food like a 12 year old boy! He seemed perfectly fine with someone admiring his wife, infact he looked right pleased with himself!
A ladle came flying out of nowhere to lightly tap Cassius on the cheek. “Now, my dear, the food won’t run away. Take your time with it, much like you would … a lover.” She smiled sweetly and didn’t seem to notice her husband scarfing down food just inches away!
Cassius: *Cassius nearly choked on his waffle!* But.. But ma’am it’s just too good not to gobble up every morsel! *Was Cassius turning red once again?!*
Mama Hessing smiled in sympathy and patted his cheek. “Awh … I know, sweetie, and I am right flattered. But 75% of the fun is being able to savor something … to take your time and enjoy it. To breathe it, to taste it, to feel it, to hear it … Mm …”
Cassius: *If he could slide lower in his chair he would. Now generally when a women spoke like that to him, he was aaall hears for her, but this was… Duncan’s MOM and her husband was sitting right there! These dirty thoughts of his were wrong! So very wrong!* Yes ma’am. That’s- That’s exactly my thoughts too.
Mama Hessing blushed. “I am pleased you are all enjoying my cooking, though. It’s not often I get guests. Although Fa is such wonderful company.” She beamed at him.
Papa Hessing looked up and beamed at his pretty wife! “My lady is the treasure of the south.” He went right back to his eating!
Mama Hessing turned from still gazing at her husband. “Why yes. We share the hardship and the reward, as they say. Of course, it took some trial and error but … I think we’ve worked out just right, haven’t we, Fa?” She moved over to her husband and slipped her arms around him.
Papa Hessing looked like a man in heaven! He patted his wife’s arms with his toothless grin. “Got the love of me life. But them chores ain’t about to do themselves.” Papa Hessing was planning on petting those men to good use!
Mama Hessing laughed softly. “You’ve a one-track mind. But you boys have at you.” She kissed her husband on the top of his head before moving away. “Perhaps you’d like to help me around here, my dear?” she asked Bronwen.
Cassius: *Cassius had just swallowed what was left on his plate, and quickly seeming to like the idea of getting good and away from Duncan’s Hot Mom.* Let’s get to work then, old man!
Papa Hessing set his folded napkin on the table, and with his usualy gruff manner pointed a thumb towards the door and led the way out in to the yards. He was definitely all business, no chatty.
Duncan: *Quickly finished his breakfast before hightailing it after his dad. Mac is right behind him.*
papa Hessing put them to work right away in the stables! Cassius got the best job of shoveling manure, while Duncan and MacBeth got to clean up weird looking horses! Papa was off to check the rest of the stock!
Mama Hessing chuckled softly. “We won’t exactly be getting as down and dirty as the men are but I have to warn you, we will be doing our fair share … My apologies. What is your name, dear?”
Cassius: *Shoveling manure. He was an engineer and he was shoveling animal dung on a farm. Cassius cast a scowl across the barn at Duncan.* Why’d you have to give Bronwen bright ideas?
Duncan: *Looked up, still brushing down the horse he stood beside.* Well, we needed somewhere nice and quiet to rest, somewhere close by, right?
Cassius: Right.. And she’s up in that house chatting it up with that babe you call a mother, while we’re out here working. How’d your fa get hooked up with a fox like that?
Mama Hessing got a thoughtful look on her face. Then she smiled. “Don’t fret none, my dear. You start washing these dishes and put them on the side. I’ll start cleaning the table. Afterwards, I’ll help dry the dishes, we can put them away, and then we can see what sort of help I can be. Does that sound good?”
Duncan: *Grew silent as he thought for awhile.* Well, like Ma mentioned, Pa did some travelling when he was younger. Apparently he won her over when he helped her out with something big. She fell in love with him and left city life, braving the hard work of the farm for a family.
Mama Hessing has already gathered up the large dishes. The plates. Then she went around to gather the glasses, followed by the smaller utensils.
Cassius: *Cassius muttered as she moved another shovel full.* Nice. …Do you know which one of us she’s more pissed off at? Cause I noticed she ain’t talkin’ to MacBeth either.
Duncan: *Shook his head slowly.* Sorry, man. I don’t have a clue. All she told me was that we needed somewhere nice and quiet to take a vacation.
Mama Hessing paused to check on Bronwen a few times while she did the dishes. Instead of telling her what to do or what she’s doing wrong, she merely nods and gives words of encouragement or soft pats on the arm before moving away to do something else.
Cassius: Guess I’ll just have to ask MacBeth..! *He made sure to say loudly! As if MacBeth couldn’t hear them talking, anyway!*
Cassius: *Getting the silent treatment was he? Cassius never baked down from a challenge.* After all that dancing and laughing, you’d think they’d be rather friendly this morning. I suppose someone up and came to their senses!
Duncan: *Silently wished Cassius the best of luck. No one seemed able to get Mac to talk more than he needed to. He focused on doing his own chores before his Pa comes a-calling.*
Mama Hessing dusted her hands on her apron. “How are we doing over there, Bronwen? Have you divided and conquered those nasty dishes?” she asked as she took a dry cloth and moved beside her.
Cassius: *Uh huh… Let’s try this!* I could have warned him, Duncan. Bronwen’s a real bitch. She’s just a down right pain in the ass.
Mama Hessing chuckled softly. “So you’re a captain, are you?” she asked, taking dishes and drying them. Then she placed them into a large basket, all nice and neat.
“Ah, siblings. They usually mean well but somehow … their interference only brings out the opposite.”
Cassius: Yanking his chain around like all women do. But you know, she might be my sister but that dun mean she ain’t a bitch like the rest of them! *He didn’t mean a damn word he said, but he knew when something worked!*
“Hm?” She tilted her head slightly at Bronwen. “Then whoever is the problem. Let me see … not Cassius, as you just stated. Not my son, Duncan, or you probably wouldn’t be here … Your first mate, MacBeth?”
She slowly shook her head. “A blind man could see something is wrong. It was either between you and Cassius or you and MacBeth. It is rather hard not to notice tension.”
Cassius: *He continued his shoveling, in more ways than one!* Knowing Bronwen, she might’ve got piss drunk and banged the first guy she met just to piss me off. I guess that’s what that fish guy was all about.
Cassius: *There’s that smartassed smirk of Cassius’! He’d gotten exactly what he wanted!* To know why you’re pussyfootin’ around my sister. I gave you shit last night, and maybe I aim to make up for it.
Mama Hessing patted Bronwen’s shoulder gently. “Not to worry, sweetie. How about we get started and see what happens?”
Cassius: I’m out here shoveling shit cause of you two- *he pointed at Duncan!* don’t think I don’t know, and I aim to find out why!
CLONKED! A shovel suddenly slobber Cassius at the back of his head and he went down like a ton of bricks! Papa Hessing frowned down at him. “Too much talk, not enough shoveling.”
Ahem CLOBBER… Dirt shovel.
Mama Hessing whips out her ladle out of thin air! “Let’s go, troop! To the den!” She pointed to another door and marched straight through it. It led from the kitchen to the den, a large but simple room. It had a large table at the center surrounded by rather large and comfty seats. Just right for entertaining folk. She motioned for Bronwen to take a seat.
Duncan: *Blink blinked! He looked up to see Pa standing there.* Sorry, Pa … *And he went back to cleaning horses with Mac.*
Mama Hessing returns with a small jewelry box. It is beautiful. Dark brown polished wood, enamel. It must be a heirloom and ancient! “Now, I believe we were going to help you think before you speak?”
Papa Hessing picked up where Cassius left off with the dung shoveling. “A man’s business with his woman is his own business.” He said in his gruffy voice as he shoveled.
Cassius: *Cassius was still unconcious. It was probably safer that way.*
Shoveling with perfect rhythem, Papa Hessing really didn’t say much. Occasionally he’d grunt about flies, and tell them boys ‘Quit yer daydreamin’, but all in all he kept to himself!
Mama Hessing saw the look on Bronwen’s face and chuckled softly. “Oh, sweetie, it’s not going to bite you.” She opened the box which is inlaid with black velvet and a strange little black device at the back. She presses a small red button and a light turns on. A projector also turns on and Bronwen sees a hologram projection of the Hessing farm. “See?”
Duncan: *Worked and occasionally said “Yes, Pa” whenever Papa Hessing told them to stop daydreaming. He kept glancing down at Cassius to make sure he was still breathing. He wasn’t sure how he would’ve explained it to the Cap’n if he’d died from a concussion or something!*
Mama Hessing chuckled softly. “It can be either, actually. Map. Surveillance system. Hologram projector, which–by the way–is what we will be using it as. I want to see if you speak before you think all the time or just under certain circumstances. Like when your MacBeth is involved.”
Papa Hessing stopped for a minute to pull a pipe out of his back pocket and light it up. He gave a few slow puffs. “My wife is a firecracker. Cain’t much tell with those pretty smiles, but one foot out of line and she’ll take the ladle to ya.”
Mama Hessing blushed a bit. “Well … this is something I brought with me to the farm when I married Fa.”
“Makes a man wonder how they handle it all when they got so much goin’ on in them heads of theirs.” He puffed, seeming to be staring off in to space thinking about his pretty wife.
Mama Hessing suddenly turned red. “Well, I … don’t often share and I haven’t spoken a word of any of it since I had Duncan.”
Mama Hessing blinked, striking an uncanny resemblance with Duncan when he has that dumbfounded look on his face. “You do? The poor dear. Not many people understand him. He’s always trying so hard.”
Papa Hessing sighed, which sounded a lot more like a snort and a wheeze. “Hit me so many times, thought I wanted to kill ‘er. Then she went and strangled a Darmungian with her bare hands. Ain’t nothing more sexy.” The thought of Papa Hessing thinking anything like that was sure to make anyone green.
Mama Hessing chuckled softly. “Of course not. He’s taken after me more than Fa. Fa was never like that. The strong, silent type, self-assured and utterly determined. He makes my heart flutter.”
Mama Hessing smiled. “Believe me, if we were not, we would have killed each other by now,” she said, obviously meaning every word.
Duncan: *Blink blinked!* She actually strangled a Darmungian?! With her bare hands?! *He lowered himself a bit as if trying to make himself smaller.* I uh–I’m not calling you a liar, Pa.
A stern look was cast over Duncan as he puffed his pipe. “That’s what your mother does to those who threaten her family. Best not make your mother worry, boy.”
Duncan: *Gulp!* Yes, Pa!
Mama Hessing grinned. “Well, I figured it would be easier to use this baby.” She patted the box. “Then asking MacBeth to sit in.”
Mama Hessing chuckled softly. “Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure,” she purred. “I doubt the dummy MacBeth is as solid or as fine as the real MacBeth.”
Mama Hessing grew thoughtful. “Perhaps you thinking your mind is not the problem after all …”
Mama Hessing tapped her finger against her chin. “You already have experience with men, my dear, I can tell that much. So I cannot tell you what you already know. But it does sound like MacBeth is not the type to come out with his feelings.”
Mama Hessing laughed softly which is different from the way she laughed or chuckled before. “He is a strange one.” From somewhere in the house, there is the loud deep DING! of a clock. DING! DING! DING! “Oh my, it’s nearly supper time. Could you help me, my dear, and we pick this up at a later time?” she asked, standing.
With Bronwen’s help, Mama Hessing begins dinner. This means she needs help gathering food from outside, vegetables and the like. Then comes the task of cleaning them and preparing them and let’s not forget the rolls for dinner or the pies for dessert.
Mama Hessing was there to help and supervise! She made quite sure Bronwen didn’t lose any digits to those tricky blades, although there were a few close calls. But they finally managed to get dinner ready and the table set. They were just missing … the men. Mama Hessing stuck her head outside. “DINNER TIME, FA!”
One didn’t have to called Papa Hessing twice! He had immedietly dropped what he was doing and marched back in to the house looking more famished than a starving bear! He dropped in to his seat and had his napkin stuffed under his chin before anyone else had even sat down!
Cassius: *Cassius had come to some hours ago, and with wisdom far beyond what was expected of him, he had kept his mouth shut and stuck to working. HE was about as hungry as Master Hessing, and seemed to be more interested in food than talk!*
Mama Hessing grinned. “Well, everyone, eat up.” She stopped. “Oh dear, I’d almost forgotten. Bronwen, sweetie, could you do me a favor? I have a special bottle of drink down in the cellar. Go out the back door, take a left, walk around the corner and you’ll come to the cellar doors. MacBeth, I need you to go with her. The cellar is dark and there are things lying everywhere in there.”
Duncan: *Looked up at the Cap’n and grinned sheepishly.* Yep. Me and Cassius and Mac, too. Quite a day. How about you?
Cassius: *He stuffed a roll in his mouth once the two of them were gone.* Hope they ain’t got any guns on ’em.
The two of them find the cellar in no time and it’s not like the doors are locked anyways! A long flight of stone stairs leads on into darkness until Bronwen steps on the first step and activates lights on either side of the step. With each step, more lights are activated until they get to the bottom. There, they find nothing but darkness. It seems here they will need to find another type of light or have to stumble around until they find that special bottle of Mama Hessing’s!
Duncan: … They won’t really kill each other. *He doesn’t sound too sure and he glanced at Cassius.* Will they …?
Aye. Hasn’t she ever aimed a gun at you? One wrong word and blam! She’ll do it! *Telling Duncan tall tales never got old!*
“Oh, they’ll be fine, sweetie.” Mama Hessing moved to stand behind him and patted his shoulder. “They’ll be much too busy to try killing each other.” She reached behind her with everyone’s attention on the food and pressed a button on the strap around her wrist. The button activated the mechanism feet away which caused the cellar doors to close and lock. At the same time, the lights in the cellar came on–to reveal that Bronwen and Mac were standing at the start of a huge maze. They were on a wide path that sloped down rather steeply, giving them a view of the overwhelming labryinth under the farm!
Cassius: Aye. Hasn’t she ever aimed a gun at you? One wrong word and blam! She’ll do it! *Telling Duncan tall tales never got old!*
Duncan: *Blinked!* But she never shot me, even when I put the moves on her.
Cassius: …You put the moves on my baby sister? *Cassius had paused mid-bite.*
Of course, just like Mama Hessing, there’s more to this maze than meets the eye. As Bronwen begins to walk to the maze, the ground begins to shake. THUD! THUD! THUD! As if a giant is tailing her. Small rocks roll past her.
“Oh, Cassius, you make that sound like a bad thing!” Mama Hessing says sweetly and throws her arms around Cassius’ neck, hugging him.
A bit too tightly perhaps …
Cassius: Gurk! *Well first of all that woman was alluding to the fact that hitting on his little sister was a good thing! Secondly, such a hot woman was touching him! And third… he had a suspicion that she was choking the daylights out of him!* …she’s just a kid!
Papa Hessing continued to eat his dinner, not taking much notice of his beautifil wife choke holding a young man. “Too old, if ye ask me. Married mine young before someone else got ‘er.”
THUD! THUD! THUD! Where the hell had that awfully large rock creature standing at least twenty feet come from?! It isn’t armed with anything but a creature of that size doesn’t have to be to kill you!
Mama Hessing giggled, blushing. “Oh Fa!” She loosened her hold on Cassius just slightly. “A kid, you say? She’s quite a remarkable young woman who is captaining her own ship and leading her men.”
Cassius: Barely old enough to run a ship. Not a one of us boys got one till we were twenty-five. *Of course a woman would defend another woman, what’d she know about Captaining a ship anyway? She was a farm wife!*
“But your father believed in her, didn’t he? He thought rather highly of your sister and your mother, the woman who tamed Erikson Shadowstar. Your mother came out of nowhere and stole his heart and put all his lovers to shame.
Cassius: *Well now Cassius was right curious!* How in hell’s blazes would you know something like that? Ain’t been anyone around in ages that knew Mom and Fa.
The rock monster keeps coming but it stops once it reaches the entrance to the maze. Instead of crashing around and trying to get to them, it just sits as if waiting.
Mama Hessing only smiles sweetly and dances away. She grabs a pie and holds it up. “Anyone ready for dessert yet?”
Suddenly, Bronwen’s next step triggers something. The small tile she stepped on sunk in and suddenly just a foot away, the floor opens up. From wall to wall, nothing but a gaping space that leads down to murky water.
Cassius: I’m a big fan of pie. *Of course Cassius was all kinds of suspicious.* There’s something peculiar about your wife, Hessing.
“I’m aware. Never knew a women to like blueberries so much.” He was already helping himself to a heap of pie!
Duncan: *Raised his hand and waved it around.* Is that your apple pie, Mama? I haven’t had that in ages!
Mama Hessing still smiled sweetly and served her son some apple pie.
Nothing appears to be in the murky water but one can never be sure. However, the gap looks large enough to be easily crossed–provided one gets a running start and a strong jump. Of course, they can also backtrack and take another way if they choose …
Cassius: What’s taking them so long. How big is your cellar? *He was smelling a rat! Duncan didn’t lead them in to a trap? …Naw… His sister must be hiding the body.*
“Big enough for them to work out their differences. Tension like the one between those two will mean nothing but serious trouble.”
A bright flash of light and both of them were suddenly standing in the Hessing dining room with Cassius, Duncan, and Papa and Mama Hessing!
Cassius: *Cassius choked on his pie!* Macberrrrf!
Mama Hessing giggled. “Welcome back, sweeties. You’re just in time for some pie.” She offered them a slice.
As usual, papa Hessing wasn’t the least bit phased. He was picking his teeth with a toothpick.
Cassius: *He swallowed.* …so I assume you kissed and made up?
Mama Hessing smiled. “Did you enjoy your food, Fa?”
Papa Hessing smiled his biggest toothless grin yet! “As if you took ambrosia from the gods and made us a meal, sweetums.”
Duncan: *Is enjoying his pie although the Cap’n seems both tense and yet not as tense as she was before … or did that mean she was just as tense as before? Hm …*
Cassius: *Cassius had a fork in his hand, and he looked ready to fork a man. He stared at MacBeth.* Is that right?
THWACK! A ladle comes out of nowhere to strike the back of Cassius’ head. “Play nice, sweetie.”
Cassius: Arrgh! *He was rubbing his head!* As acting legal guardian, I have a right to ask, woman!
Mama Hessing sighed loudly and patted Cassius’ head as if thinking, “Women find you attractive?”
Papa Hessing was lighting up his pipe. “Might be needin’ my shovel…”
Cassius: *Well if he didn’t get the hint from Mama Hessing, he sure got it from Pops! He shut his trap. That damned shovel packed a wallop of pain.*
Mama Hessing looked at Duncan. “You should eat more vegetables, dear You look a little malnourished.”
“Boy’s fine. Just needs a little more workin’ in the feilds.” replied Papa Hessing. “Unless my pretty wife wants to join her husband for a night walk.”
Mama Hessing looked as if Fa had just given her the moon. “Oh, Fa, nothing would please me more. May I have everyone’s help in cleaning up tonight?”
Cassius: *Cassius didn’t look like he enjoyed that idea at all – until he suddenly grinned!* As a matter of fact, I’d be honor to do the dishes. Duncan could give me a hand. After all, I’m sure my sister wants to spend the night moongazing with MacBeth now that all is fine and dandy.