Here, have a thing!

Um, I totally didn't write anything but RP stuff today, so here's something I wrote Friday.

At dinner that evening I poked repeatedly at the green peas that spilled out of the pot pie my sister had made. Across from me she blew on a tender but hot piece of chicken before popping it into her mouth. "What's the matter with you? You like peas. I put in extra just for you."

I shook my head and smiled ruefully. "Sorry, Gwennie, my mind was elsewhere. The pie's good promise." I heaped a spoonful of sauce and crust into my mouth, making sure to catch a spoonful of peas.

She made a face at me, the one she'd recently taken to making when I called her Gwennie instead of Gwendolen. Now that she was beginning to wade into the world of law, she thought she ought to drop her childish nickname. But I wasn't about to quit calling her that, especially when she kept slipping and calling me Ollie. "What, thinking about that old professor? How did it go today?"

"He's not really that old," I replied, pursing my lips after I said it.

"What?"

"He's that really so old. I mean Everyone talks him up, makes him sound completely geezed, but he's not even as old as Dad yet."

Our father, at the head of the table snapped his eyes up from his newspaper and glared at him. "Oi now, what was that?"

"Nothing, I was just saying you're not old," I replied glibly, going for the pie again. Gwendolen snickered at exactly the same time I did and moments later the two of us were lost in gales of laughter.