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A Midsummer Excursion
"We should've gone to see Julius Caesar," Elizabeth muttered with a sigh after the play had begun. She straightened up with a grimace, annoyed by the sensation caused by the corset she was wearing.
Jack reached out over Blaxton who was sitting between them, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "It would've been too grim," he whispered with a wink.
"But less inappropriate," Elizabeth answered in a low voice, glancing at Blaxton who propped his elbows on his knees, and very intently looked at the stage, listening to the play with great interest.
Jack chuckled, receiving a warning look from Elizabeth, because the sudden movement of his head caused the trinkets hidden under his wig to clink. "If you say so, love."
Elizabeth was about to answer, but then turned her attention to Blaxton who began fidgeting while whispering "turn around, turn around."
"What's going on?" she asked under her breath, leaning down with a smile.
"He's following them and they don't know it," Blaxton answered with a grimace, not averting his eyes from the stage.
"But he's also being followed, so all is fair," cut in Jack in a whisper.
"But she follows him because she likes him, and he follows them because he doesn't like them," Blaxton answered expertly, pointing to the corresponding actors.
"Oh," Elizabeth blinked, a bit stunned by Blaxton following the story so effortlessly.
"Well, isn't he following them because he likes that other girl a bit?" Jack asked quietly with an amused smile.
"But she doesn't like him back, so it doesn't count," Blaxton replied with a frown, keeping his voice as low as possible, so he could still hear the words coming from the stage.
Elizabeth bit her lip stifling a chuckle, and kissed Blaxton on the head, exchanging amused glances with Jack.
Jack cleared his throat. "That's a valid point. But what if she only thinks that she doesn't like him back?"
"Jack!..." Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him. "You'll confuse him."
Jack smirked.
"But she really doesn't like him," Blaxton answered with conviction.
"How do you know, sweetheart?" Elizabeth asked, intrigued by the decisiveness in Blaxton's voice.
"She didn't want to marry him," Blaxton whispered, wrinkling his forehead in concentration.
"Well-" started Jack, but Elizabeth cut him off.
"Maybe she thought his proposal was not well thought out," she said, squinting.
"Oi. Now you are confusing him, Lizzie," cut in Jack, smirking.
"Mum, Dad," Blaxton averted his eyes from the stage for the first time, and looked between Jack and Elizabeth. "Can I sit over there?" he asked, pointing to an empty spot in another row. "I can't really hear what they're saying," he added with a small pout.
"No, no. Stay here. We'll be quiet."
Blaxton shifted his eyes back to the stage.
A few minutes later, Jack glanced at Elizabeth. "Everything I do is well thought out," he whispered with a twitch of his nose.
Elizabeth snorted. "Oh yes. We're sitting next to the living proof of that."
"Mum..." Blaxton started pleadingly, and they fell silent again, promising him not to talk until the play was over.
