Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood.
Just a little drabble to distract me from the Much/Eve oneshot I'm working on. The conversations are driving me bonkers!!! And thanks to those of you who reviewed my first fic, y'all rock!!!
Will pawed his way through the loot they had stolen from Guy of Gisbourne earlier that day. Making neat little piles of various items to go to the nearby villages, he was almost done when his hands brushed against a familiar item of clothing. Fighting down the smile, and doing a horrible job of it, he picked up the jumper and walked across camp to where Much was complaining about the weather and chopping some onions for more Squirrel Surprise. Interrupting the multi-tasker midflow, Will threw the garish, multi-colored cloth at him, where it landed on the outlaw's head, rather prettily framing his gaping mouth.
"Apparently, the peasants wanted to return this," he managed with a straight face. "Your jumper doesn't quite meet their standards of taste."
As the rest of the camp erupted into laughter and jeers (and Much worked himself into an indignant frenzy), Allan walked up and patted his young, albeit normally reluctant, protégée on the back. Wiping the fake tear from sparkling eyes, he simply said," Good, Will."