I hereby disclaim. Um ... I have no will power so I'll probably post even if you don't review. But guess what, it won't be as good as it would be if I had any confidence in my writing abilities. Right now very few people have reviewed this story and I'm feeling very mediocre. Who knows, maybe I'll just forget this story, sounds good. At least you'll have part five.
Sidney meets the Amazons! (sort of) part five cinq 5 blah blah blah
*Ding!* "That's the pizza!" Gwen said and hopped up from her seat, " Do you guys mind eating in the kitchen?"
" I've eaten in worst places, "Sidney said with a grin. Nigel nodded in agreement.
"Nigel, do you think you could hand that back to me?" Gwen asked, "I'd like to keep it with me, if you don't mind."
"What? Oh, yes, yes of course. I'm sorry."
Gwen smiled, " 'Sokay."
They went into the kitchen, where Gwen dug up some paper plates after getting the pizza out of the oven, "Okay, line up."
They sat around the table. "My gramma will be calling tonight around nine to talk to you. She wanted to discuss with you what all we'll be doing," Gwen took a bite of her pizza, chewed and swallowed, "I think that she wants to make sure that you'll follow through. She doesn't trust my skills of persuasion as much as she trusts her own."
Nigel looked nervous, " We won't be going to any jungles, will we? The Tressans were in France, weren't they?"
"We won't be going to any jungles," Gwen smiled and muttered "God Willing!" under her breath.
"What?" asked Nigel.
Gwen smiled reassuringly, "Nothing."
Nigel was browsing through the old professors study to his heart's content while straightening things up.
Sidney helped Gwen tidy up the mess her unwanted visitor had left in the kitchen, "Did I hear you mutter 'God willing' under your breath when you responded to Nigel."
"Umm, yes."
"May I ask why?"
"No, I mean, not until my gramma talks to you. She'll get mad at me for chasing Nigel off if I tell," Gwen concentrated on the small section of the kitchen counter she was wiping.
"Is there something that might scare him off, if he knew?" Sidney asked as she picked some pots up off the floor.
Gwen shrugged, "Maybe, but I was thinking of the tone of voice he used when he asked about jungles. I take it you've had some , um, experiences in a jungle or two or whatever?"
Sidney grinned, "Or whatever."
Gwen nodded, "Uh huh, considering what Chester P. told me, I can imagine. I shouldn't really say anything until Gramma convinces him that he wants to do this."
"Don't I need convincing?"
Gwen shook her head, "I don't think so. You're intrigued, and you want to know more. Nigel seems to pretty much follow whatever you do. I think you'll go, no matter what I or my gramma say. You have curiosity."
Sidney chuckled, "You're not going to say 'curiosity killed the cat' ?"
"Uh-uh, too many people have said that to me. I say curiosity may have killed that cat but satisfaction brought him back."
Please please please review. I don't care what you say, just say something!
Sidney meets the Amazons! (sort of) part five cinq 5 blah blah blah
*Ding!* "That's the pizza!" Gwen said and hopped up from her seat, " Do you guys mind eating in the kitchen?"
" I've eaten in worst places, "Sidney said with a grin. Nigel nodded in agreement.
"Nigel, do you think you could hand that back to me?" Gwen asked, "I'd like to keep it with me, if you don't mind."
"What? Oh, yes, yes of course. I'm sorry."
Gwen smiled, " 'Sokay."
They went into the kitchen, where Gwen dug up some paper plates after getting the pizza out of the oven, "Okay, line up."
They sat around the table. "My gramma will be calling tonight around nine to talk to you. She wanted to discuss with you what all we'll be doing," Gwen took a bite of her pizza, chewed and swallowed, "I think that she wants to make sure that you'll follow through. She doesn't trust my skills of persuasion as much as she trusts her own."
Nigel looked nervous, " We won't be going to any jungles, will we? The Tressans were in France, weren't they?"
"We won't be going to any jungles," Gwen smiled and muttered "God Willing!" under her breath.
"What?" asked Nigel.
Gwen smiled reassuringly, "Nothing."
Nigel was browsing through the old professors study to his heart's content while straightening things up.
Sidney helped Gwen tidy up the mess her unwanted visitor had left in the kitchen, "Did I hear you mutter 'God willing' under your breath when you responded to Nigel."
"Umm, yes."
"May I ask why?"
"No, I mean, not until my gramma talks to you. She'll get mad at me for chasing Nigel off if I tell," Gwen concentrated on the small section of the kitchen counter she was wiping.
"Is there something that might scare him off, if he knew?" Sidney asked as she picked some pots up off the floor.
Gwen shrugged, "Maybe, but I was thinking of the tone of voice he used when he asked about jungles. I take it you've had some , um, experiences in a jungle or two or whatever?"
Sidney grinned, "Or whatever."
Gwen nodded, "Uh huh, considering what Chester P. told me, I can imagine. I shouldn't really say anything until Gramma convinces him that he wants to do this."
"Don't I need convincing?"
Gwen shook her head, "I don't think so. You're intrigued, and you want to know more. Nigel seems to pretty much follow whatever you do. I think you'll go, no matter what I or my gramma say. You have curiosity."
Sidney chuckled, "You're not going to say 'curiosity killed the cat' ?"
"Uh-uh, too many people have said that to me. I say curiosity may have killed that cat but satisfaction brought him back."
Please please please review. I don't care what you say, just say something!