A/N: Written for a Hoodland challenge.

Four Times Much didn't Understand An Euphemism And One Time He Did

When Much was three years old, his mother went to the other side.

That was what the people had said, the ones he had been living with then. Much had kept walking around walls, checking behind doors, glancing behind curtains, searching, but after he had looked for her at every other side he could find, he had felt that the world was way too big for him to ever check everywhere. She was away, gone, and he was still here.

It was before he and Robin left for the Holy Land that Sir Edward had always been worried. Much hadn't been sure what was going on, but the other servants had whispered that the sheriff thought Robin would get Marian in a situation – and before they were even married.

Much wasn't sure what situation he meant. Sure, the two were getting into trouble on their own. Robin was basically friends with trouble, and Marian didn't seem to mind some of it from now and then either, especially when she was with Much's master.

So he really didn't know what other situation it could be that made Sir Edward worry.

Their messenger had been caught and worry was with everyone. Much watched as Robin paced the camp, frowning deeply.

"What if he's going to talk, Robin?" Will wanted to know.

Much didn't like the idea. After all, the man even knew of their camp. "Surely, he's not going to tell the sheriff about our camp!"

Robin shook his head. "Vaizey's going to use some persuasion."

Much shrugged helplessly. "Then we don't need to worry, do we? The sheriff's arguments are not going to be very good."

It was when Marian was living at the camp with everyone else. Much was somewhat unnerved that she and Robin seemed to go off, together, alone so very often. And not only the two of them; Will and Djaq were the same.

Stirring the pot that was slowly cooking over the fire, he could hear John and Will quietly talking with each other. He heard them mention their names then, Robin's and Marian's, and glanced over to them, just when John grimaced. "So do you think they are sleeping together?"

Will looked away, blushing.

Much shook his head. He didn't get it. Why was that even a question? All of them were sleeping together, all the time.

Robin groaned, laying back down and closing his eyes against the morning light.

"What's up with him?" Much asked John, who grimaced.

"Just leave me alone," Robin said.

Much frowned, looking down at the man. "Are you still tired? You've slept the whole night."

"Leave him," John advised.

Much sniffed.

"He's tired and emotional," John added in a quiet voice.

"You mean he's drunk."

John gave him a faint smile.