The chair propped up under the doorknob as a makeshift barricade might be a bit much, but it's more of a silent statement than a real means of defense against the outside world.
Dinner was long.
Dinner was long and she was expected to actually eat it. Which was fine in and of itself, but then there were the questions - during which there were attempted explanations of things that neither of them really had answers for and further concerns about how she was far too skinny and did she want some more chicken - and then there came the whole nonsense of Tristran's Mother still being alive. (The woman somehow manages to cause trouble even when she isn't present to do so.)
And yet, somehow - Mother knows how, quite frankly - she's fairly certain that they were invited to visit again soon. Whenever they'd like. She's also fairly certain that Tristran's father had called her 'simply divine,' but that one she's managed to write off as some sort of vivid hallucination caused by far too much potatoes and having to eat her vegetables.
She rather thinks that she would like to sleep for at least a week and a half.
"Honestly Tristran," she mutters, muffled into the fabric of the pillow. "Did you tell them anything beforehand?"
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Very firmly closed. And locked from the inside.
The chair propped up under the doorknob as a makeshift barricade might be a bit much, but it's more of a silent statement than a real means of defense against the outside world.
Dinner was long.
Dinner was long and she was expected to actually eat it. Which was fine in and of itself, but then there were the questions - during which there were attempted explanations of things that neither of them really had answers for and further concerns about how she was far too skinny and did she want some more chicken - and then there came the whole nonsense of Tristran's Mother still being alive. (The woman somehow manages to cause trouble even when she isn't present to do so.)
And yet, somehow - Mother knows how, quite frankly - she's fairly certain that they were invited to visit again soon. Whenever they'd like. She's also fairly certain that Tristran's father had called her 'simply divine,' but that one she's managed to write off as some sort of vivid hallucination caused by far too much potatoes and having to eat her vegetables.
She rather thinks that she would like to sleep for at least a week and a half.
"Honestly Tristran," she mutters, muffled into the fabric of the pillow. "Did you tell them anything beforehand?"