Title: 088. Warning
Rating: G
Words: 275
A/N: Just a little talk, goblin to troll.
(Two updates in a row. Wow. This chapter was actually written a long time ago, but I absolutely wanted to post Honesty first, hence the delay. I know, I suck.)
Chetan opened the garden gate and headed for the kitchen door, as he always did, lured by the sound of laughing children and the smell of something delicious cooking over the fire. Suddenly the front door of the house swung open and the elderly goblin stepped out. Chetan paused as he noted the serious look on the engineer's face. Crisco didn't say anything, only jerked his head towards his workshop and went back inside, obviously expecting the troll to follow.
When the rogue entered, Crisco was sitting behind his desk, a veritable king of his small realm.
"There's something I've been meaning discuss with you." he started.
The goblin calmly and deliberately laced his fingers together on top of the open book in front of him, and leaned forward to peer over them at the troll.
"I'm not planning to try and threaten you into treating the girl right. I'm not her father, for crying out loud. But I'm going to say this: She's been through a lot, for the most unselfish reasons I can think of. And still she never asks for much of anything for herself, even though I'm sure she knows she could and nobody would blame her. She does her job, does it well, and while she is proud about that, she doesn't make a number about it. Long story short, I like the kid. And yes, I even like those kids of hers, too. So let me make one thing clear here, pal: What she deserves, is something REAL special. Got it?"
Chetan nodded, all seriousness.
"Ah hear ya, mon."
The goblin nodded.
"Good. I'm glad we had this conversation."