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Sidney meets the Amazons! (sort of) Part Three
The girl ushered Sidney and Nigel into the house, "Come on back to the kitchen, I've just got to finish the pizza."
They walked into the kitchen and Nigel awkwardly handed the frying pan to the girl, "I, um, picked this up on the lawn," he said nervously.
The girl gave him a brilliant smile, "Thank you! I have to wash it."
Nigel didn't make eye contact, "Um, you're, you're welcome."
Sidney stepped in, "We're looking for Gwen Owens."
The girl nodded, "Yup, that's me."
Nigel looked startled, "But she's supposed to be helping us out as an expert."
Gwen smiled, "I am an expert in the Tressan culture. I even have a couple honorary degrees somewhere, if that'll make you feel better."
Even Sidney looked startled, "You can't be more than twenty..."
"Eighteen, actually."
"How can you possibly be an expert? And how do you know Sidney?" Nigel demanded bravely as he tried to keep his voice from shaking. He was pretty sure that you weren't supposed to challenge the delusions of mentally unbalanced people.
Gwen laughed, " Well, both of those questions can be answered with one name. Proffesor Chester P. Yoder."
"Chester P!" Sidney exclaimed, " I knew him. He was more of a feminist than most women I know."
Gwen continued to chuckle as she spread tomatoe sauce over the pizza dough, "Yup, that's him. He was fascinated with the Tressan women. That's how I met him. He came to my great grandmother for her stories of the Tressans. She was homeschooling me at the time and convinced him that he should take me along as an assistant."
Sidney smiled, " She must be formidable. How old were you?"
"Nine."
Nigel choked, "Nine?!"
"I was advanced for my age."
"But still, nine years old and an assistant to a great professor?" Nigel exclaimed.
"My great grandmother could convince an Octopus to move to the Sahara," Gwen said dryly, "But because of that I made a wonderful friend and am an acknowledged expert in the field of the Tressan culture."
"Ah." Said Nigel, trying to sound calm. He was starting to relax, but you could never be too careful.
Gwen spread canadian bacon and pineapple over the pizza, "Hey you, what's your name, could you open the fridge? I already grated some cheese to put on the pizza, would you hand it to me please?"
Nigel went to the fridge and got the cheese, "Here" he handed her the cheese very carefully.
"Thank you, whats your name."
He nodded and turned away.
"What's your name."
He turned back, "yes?"
"What's your name!"
He looked confused, "Oh, um, Ni-nigel."
"Do you like hawaiian pizza?"
He glanced at Sidney, "Y-yes."
"Good, that's what we're having for dinner." Gwen slid the pizza into the oven and set a timer, "Come on into the family room."
Nigel followed her, glancing back to see if Sidney was following, "Um, Gw-Miss Gw- Miss Owens, what was happening when we arrived?"
"I'm surprised you spoke up," Gwen replied, "You seem rather timid. I was having a disagreement. The man thought he was going to walk away with one of my prized possesions, and I disagreed. Please, sit down." She motioned to the couch and chairs grouped around a fire place.
Nigel nervously started to sit down, but leapt up swiftly as a cat sprang out from where he was about to sit, meowing loudly.
"Oh, Hippie, you've got to learn to move before people sit down,"Gwen addressed the cat that had leapt to the mantle. It ignored her and began to wash itself, "I'm sorry Nigel, Hippolyta tends to be rather possesive of that chair. It used to belong to Chester P and she was his cat."
"Oh," Nigel nodded understandingly and started to sit down.
"He liked that chair, said that Al Capone murdered the first owner of it."
Nigel leapt up and moved to a different chair. Sidney moved and sat down in the chair he had vacated, "It's very comfortable."
Gwen nodded, "I know, I fall asleep in it all the time. I should probably tell you what you've been hired for."
Nigel nodded and Sidney leaned forward.
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Sidney meets the Amazons! (sort of) Part Three
The girl ushered Sidney and Nigel into the house, "Come on back to the kitchen, I've just got to finish the pizza."
They walked into the kitchen and Nigel awkwardly handed the frying pan to the girl, "I, um, picked this up on the lawn," he said nervously.
The girl gave him a brilliant smile, "Thank you! I have to wash it."
Nigel didn't make eye contact, "Um, you're, you're welcome."
Sidney stepped in, "We're looking for Gwen Owens."
The girl nodded, "Yup, that's me."
Nigel looked startled, "But she's supposed to be helping us out as an expert."
Gwen smiled, "I am an expert in the Tressan culture. I even have a couple honorary degrees somewhere, if that'll make you feel better."
Even Sidney looked startled, "You can't be more than twenty..."
"Eighteen, actually."
"How can you possibly be an expert? And how do you know Sidney?" Nigel demanded bravely as he tried to keep his voice from shaking. He was pretty sure that you weren't supposed to challenge the delusions of mentally unbalanced people.
Gwen laughed, " Well, both of those questions can be answered with one name. Proffesor Chester P. Yoder."
"Chester P!" Sidney exclaimed, " I knew him. He was more of a feminist than most women I know."
Gwen continued to chuckle as she spread tomatoe sauce over the pizza dough, "Yup, that's him. He was fascinated with the Tressan women. That's how I met him. He came to my great grandmother for her stories of the Tressans. She was homeschooling me at the time and convinced him that he should take me along as an assistant."
Sidney smiled, " She must be formidable. How old were you?"
"Nine."
Nigel choked, "Nine?!"
"I was advanced for my age."
"But still, nine years old and an assistant to a great professor?" Nigel exclaimed.
"My great grandmother could convince an Octopus to move to the Sahara," Gwen said dryly, "But because of that I made a wonderful friend and am an acknowledged expert in the field of the Tressan culture."
"Ah." Said Nigel, trying to sound calm. He was starting to relax, but you could never be too careful.
Gwen spread canadian bacon and pineapple over the pizza, "Hey you, what's your name, could you open the fridge? I already grated some cheese to put on the pizza, would you hand it to me please?"
Nigel went to the fridge and got the cheese, "Here" he handed her the cheese very carefully.
"Thank you, whats your name."
He nodded and turned away.
"What's your name."
He turned back, "yes?"
"What's your name!"
He looked confused, "Oh, um, Ni-nigel."
"Do you like hawaiian pizza?"
He glanced at Sidney, "Y-yes."
"Good, that's what we're having for dinner." Gwen slid the pizza into the oven and set a timer, "Come on into the family room."
Nigel followed her, glancing back to see if Sidney was following, "Um, Gw-Miss Gw- Miss Owens, what was happening when we arrived?"
"I'm surprised you spoke up," Gwen replied, "You seem rather timid. I was having a disagreement. The man thought he was going to walk away with one of my prized possesions, and I disagreed. Please, sit down." She motioned to the couch and chairs grouped around a fire place.
Nigel nervously started to sit down, but leapt up swiftly as a cat sprang out from where he was about to sit, meowing loudly.
"Oh, Hippie, you've got to learn to move before people sit down,"Gwen addressed the cat that had leapt to the mantle. It ignored her and began to wash itself, "I'm sorry Nigel, Hippolyta tends to be rather possesive of that chair. It used to belong to Chester P and she was his cat."
"Oh," Nigel nodded understandingly and started to sit down.
"He liked that chair, said that Al Capone murdered the first owner of it."
Nigel leapt up and moved to a different chair. Sidney moved and sat down in the chair he had vacated, "It's very comfortable."
Gwen nodded, "I know, I fall asleep in it all the time. I should probably tell you what you've been hired for."
Nigel nodded and Sidney leaned forward.
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