One week updates for the win! These are longer than drabbles, but not quite as long as many of my other chapters. They're like...triple drabbles! Trabbles! Not very clever.

This one exploring the crazy life of RA characters! Things are strange at this time of year...

61. Insanity

"So, Halt," Will ventured over breakfast one morning. "What would you say if I asked you for a day off training tomorrow?"

Halt didn't even look up from his porridge. "I'd say 'When pigs fly.'"

Will looked confused. What did this have to do with pigs? He said as much and Halt rolled his eyes, muttering something about ignorant apprentices.

"It means me letting you have a day off is as unlikely as flying pigs," Halt explained patronizingly. "And the day that spectacle happens will be the day you can skip training for a love sick notion about a girl."

Will scowled then, but as the day progressed a harebrained scheme rooted its way into his mind, and the boy decided that maybe the saying wasn't completely impossible...

(A/N: If you want the whole story, check out The Day The Swine Flew, another one-shot of mine. 'Kay, self-advertising over)

62. No Time

"And I want you to beat the rugs, sweep the floor, make lunch, wash those dishes, clean out the fireplace, shoot one hundred arrows, feed the horses, cook dinner, and memorize at least half of that map. I don't want you to feel too overwhelmed in your first week."

Gilan stared at his new mentor. "Oh no, of course not," he said sarcastically. "All those chores, I'm sure I can even squeeze in a back rub!"

"That would be great," Halt replied, hiding a smirk.

Gilan stared again, not sure if Halt was being serious. Either way he protested, "There's not even enough time in a day to do all that!"

"I managed it well enough when I was your age," Halt started but Gilan stopped him with a groan.

"Aw, you didn't seem like one of those old people obsessed with how things were at their time..."

Halt glared at the boy. "I'm not that old," he growled.

Gilan seemed to recognize that this was a sore spot for the old Ranger, because he suddenly decided, "I'm sure I could find some time..." Halt just nodded satisfactorily.

Now, Gilan thought as he headed into town. I wonder how many people would want pay to do some chores...

63. Precious Treasure

Will glowered at the smug looking Horace. The other boy was driving him insane with his silly little secret, no matter how insistence Will was that he didn't care.

"Fine, don't tell me what's in it!" Will crossed his arms. "See if I care!" Horace started to laugh, but Will crossed his arms in a manner as haughty as a boy of ten could manage.

Horace turned away with box, giggling at a private joke as he opened the lid and peeked inside. Will eyed the bully's back. There was no way he could wrestle it from Horace. But maybe...

That night, Horace woke half the castle with his frantic cries. His precious box was gone, and no one noticed that Will was nowhere to be found either.

High up in a tree in the courtyard, the guilty suspect perched comfortably on a branch and snickered for himself as the brown box was opened.

(A/N: If anybody can tell me where that idea came from they'll get a virtual treat of their choice and be my best friend forever :))

64. Drunk

Why? It was Halt's only thought as he dragged the wasted apprentice home. Why, why, why? Why him?

Something wet slopped down the front of Halt's shirt. The Ranger glanced down and groaned. Will still had a glass of wine in his hand from the party and had been drinking it this whole time. That is, until he could no longer hold himself up and collapsed onto his mentor.

"I really can't wait for your hangover," Halt growled, finally having reached their small cabin and dumping Will in the boy's room.

Will sprawled on the bed, half-snoring and half-laughing in his drunken sleep. The older Ranger was not looking forward to sleeping with that noise for the rest of the night.

Yep, Halt thought. Really looking forward to that hangover.

65. Do Not Disturb

Horace knocked on the door to his shared chambers with the princess for what seemed like the millionth time. "Cassie!" he said, slightly whining. "Let me in, please!"

In response came a thud as Cassandra presumably chucked a shoe at the door. Horace scowled, wondering what in the world had gotten into his new wife. Surely he couldn't have messed up already?

"Horace, what's going on?" King Duncan covered the length of the hallway in a few strides. "You both will be late for the tax meeting."

Horace hid his distaste; the one downfall to being royalty was these awful noble meetings with numbers and tact and which always seemed to come about to how the weather was affecting the people. He knew Cassandra and the king hated them as well, but somethings you just couldn't avoid.

But not for Cassandra.

"I'm sorry, sir, but Cassandra won't come out," Horace explained to a frowning King Duncan. "I don't know what's gotten into her."

Unlike Horace, the king appeared to have some idea of what was going on and stepped forward to knock for himself. "Cassie," he called. "Come out."

The door opened to reveal Cassandra, her face tear stained. "I don't feel well, Dad," she moaned pitifully. "I don't think I can make it to the meeting."

King Duncan hesitated. "Sure Cassie," he allowed. "You just rest." Horace glanced at the king, then at the sniffling princess.

"Feel better, Cassie." She smiled sweetly at him, though only moments ago a shoe had been thrown at the door he was standing by.

As they both headed away, Cassandra allowed herself a smirk. The weather was particularly nice outside...

*sing song voice* Guess whaaat? My Triangulating Love will be updated by tonight cuz it's Easter weekend and I have no schooool! Whoot!

ANYway, which one was your favorite? Mine was the last one, cuz if you're a girl you can always get away with faking ;).

Review!

-Dodo