~*~* A/N: I'm writing this as I'm watching Blast From the Past. Funny movie. *~*~
The two sisters spoke until Pervinca returned, and then they were both quiet.
"Ah," said Pervinca, settling down into the grass. "It is a pleasure to be out, and be rid of that dreadful brother of mine." Marigold and Violet shared a look.
"Is Peregrin truly that bad?" asked Violet.
"Have you not met him?" replied Pervinca with a laugh. "He is incredibly meddlesome."
Violet smiled, and caught Marigold's eye.
"No.. I have not properly met him. Is he at your home right now?"
Pervinca nodded slightly, and straightened. "I cannot imagine how you would wish to meet him, though."
"I just wish to see if you are correct," laughed Violet, and Marigold smirked. Would she actually get the oppurtunity to meet Peregrin? She hadn't yet before, merely watched him sometimes when he played tricks and froliced about with Merry.
"All right, then, I suppose we can go," said Pervinca, and the three girls stood, smoothing out their dresses. "He is still punished for that last trick with the snake in Pimpernel's bed, so I am certain he is there."
Pervinca led the way, and Marigold spoke quickly to Violet, the two hanging behind.
"What do I do?"
"What do you mean, what do you do?" asked Violet, raising her eyebrows.
"You know, to ensnare him."
"Well, first of all, brush out your hair. There are leaves in it!" Marigold laughed sheepishly and brushed her hand through her hair. "Now, wait, here," Violet grabbed Marigold, straightening out her dress and pulling it down a bit in the front. Marigold's eyes widened, her hands immediately flying up to cover this newfound cleavage.
Violet laughed. "Come along, Marigold. Those are a girl's best weapons."
Marigold smiled, and then laughed, removing her hands.
"There now," Violet arranged her sister's hair, and took a step back, inspecting Marigold. "You could use some rouge, but other than that, you look rather good."
"Very well, I only hope Peregrin will think so!"
Pervinca opened her door, calling out to her parents. "Mother? Father? I have company."
They could hear Paladin and Eglantine shout a response, and Pervinca ushered them both in.
"Come, my mother and father said you may stay for dinner." The Banks sisters smiled eagerly, and Marigold looked about. So this was where Peregrin lived.. that was his coat.. those were his boots.
Violet looked at Marigold, and rolled her eyes. Her younger sister was glancing about, her jaw dropped, in awe. She poked Marigold in the side. "Close your mouth, I think I hear him coming," she whispered, as Pippin entered through the living room, carrying a large bundle of dirty clothes.
"Mum's making him do all the laundry," explained Pervinca, and Pip threw her a glare.
"I ought to ring you next," he grumbled under his breath, and Marigold smiled softly.
"Oh, quiet you toad," said Pervinca, and gestured to Violet and Marigold. "These are the Banks sisters."
"Oh," said Pippin softly, turning and looking at them for the first time. Violet made sure that her hair was disheveled and her dress prudently high. The last thing she wanted was for Pip to fall for her.
"How do you do?" replied Violet politely, and she nudged Marigold with her elbow.
"Oh, hello!" said Marigold, a little too loudly. Pippin shook his head, giving her a strange look.
"Hullo," he muttered under his breath, setting down the clothes with a grunt. Marigold's eyes widened as she watched him wipe off his hands on his pants.
"That does not seem so fun," said Violet, trying to put Marigold more at ease. Right now, she seemed as though she may spontaneously combust at any moment.
"Of course it isn't," scoffed Pippin, and took to folding the clothes. Violet leaned to Marigold, whispering a quick instruction in her ear.
"Oh!" said Marigold, and then cleared her throat, stepping toward Pip. "Let me help you, then, hm?" She bent, picking up a shirt. Pippin turned, looking at her for a moment, then smiled gently.
"Thanks." She folded the clothes quickly and neatly, though he was not as good at it. Sharing a look, Violet and Pervinca journeyed off to the kitchen, to help ready dinner.
Pippin set down a dress, folded in such a way that it tented up in the center. Marigold looked at it and laughed, her face and eyes lighting up.
"What?" asked Pippin, raising his eyebrows. She looked at him, and continued to laugh. He appeared slightly offended, but then began to laugh as well.
"I don't suppose I'm very good at this," he said, laughing at his own work. With a smile, Marigold took up the dress, folding it properly. Together, they finished folding the pile of clothes, and then stood. Pippin was opening his mouth to say something, but a knock at the door interrupted him.
"Who is it?" he called and was responded by Merry. Quickly, Pippin opened the door, and his friend Merry burst into the room.
"Ah, doing the laundry I suppose?" he called, and Marigold laughed as well. Pippin glared at Merry, his cheeks reddening.
"Pip would still be trying to fold a dress if I hadn't been here," said Marigold, and the three of them laughed.
"Come now!" shouted Paladin. "It is time for dinner!"
~*~*~ A/N: Well, then. That was fun. *~*~
The two sisters spoke until Pervinca returned, and then they were both quiet.
"Ah," said Pervinca, settling down into the grass. "It is a pleasure to be out, and be rid of that dreadful brother of mine." Marigold and Violet shared a look.
"Is Peregrin truly that bad?" asked Violet.
"Have you not met him?" replied Pervinca with a laugh. "He is incredibly meddlesome."
Violet smiled, and caught Marigold's eye.
"No.. I have not properly met him. Is he at your home right now?"
Pervinca nodded slightly, and straightened. "I cannot imagine how you would wish to meet him, though."
"I just wish to see if you are correct," laughed Violet, and Marigold smirked. Would she actually get the oppurtunity to meet Peregrin? She hadn't yet before, merely watched him sometimes when he played tricks and froliced about with Merry.
"All right, then, I suppose we can go," said Pervinca, and the three girls stood, smoothing out their dresses. "He is still punished for that last trick with the snake in Pimpernel's bed, so I am certain he is there."
Pervinca led the way, and Marigold spoke quickly to Violet, the two hanging behind.
"What do I do?"
"What do you mean, what do you do?" asked Violet, raising her eyebrows.
"You know, to ensnare him."
"Well, first of all, brush out your hair. There are leaves in it!" Marigold laughed sheepishly and brushed her hand through her hair. "Now, wait, here," Violet grabbed Marigold, straightening out her dress and pulling it down a bit in the front. Marigold's eyes widened, her hands immediately flying up to cover this newfound cleavage.
Violet laughed. "Come along, Marigold. Those are a girl's best weapons."
Marigold smiled, and then laughed, removing her hands.
"There now," Violet arranged her sister's hair, and took a step back, inspecting Marigold. "You could use some rouge, but other than that, you look rather good."
"Very well, I only hope Peregrin will think so!"
Pervinca opened her door, calling out to her parents. "Mother? Father? I have company."
They could hear Paladin and Eglantine shout a response, and Pervinca ushered them both in.
"Come, my mother and father said you may stay for dinner." The Banks sisters smiled eagerly, and Marigold looked about. So this was where Peregrin lived.. that was his coat.. those were his boots.
Violet looked at Marigold, and rolled her eyes. Her younger sister was glancing about, her jaw dropped, in awe. She poked Marigold in the side. "Close your mouth, I think I hear him coming," she whispered, as Pippin entered through the living room, carrying a large bundle of dirty clothes.
"Mum's making him do all the laundry," explained Pervinca, and Pip threw her a glare.
"I ought to ring you next," he grumbled under his breath, and Marigold smiled softly.
"Oh, quiet you toad," said Pervinca, and gestured to Violet and Marigold. "These are the Banks sisters."
"Oh," said Pippin softly, turning and looking at them for the first time. Violet made sure that her hair was disheveled and her dress prudently high. The last thing she wanted was for Pip to fall for her.
"How do you do?" replied Violet politely, and she nudged Marigold with her elbow.
"Oh, hello!" said Marigold, a little too loudly. Pippin shook his head, giving her a strange look.
"Hullo," he muttered under his breath, setting down the clothes with a grunt. Marigold's eyes widened as she watched him wipe off his hands on his pants.
"That does not seem so fun," said Violet, trying to put Marigold more at ease. Right now, she seemed as though she may spontaneously combust at any moment.
"Of course it isn't," scoffed Pippin, and took to folding the clothes. Violet leaned to Marigold, whispering a quick instruction in her ear.
"Oh!" said Marigold, and then cleared her throat, stepping toward Pip. "Let me help you, then, hm?" She bent, picking up a shirt. Pippin turned, looking at her for a moment, then smiled gently.
"Thanks." She folded the clothes quickly and neatly, though he was not as good at it. Sharing a look, Violet and Pervinca journeyed off to the kitchen, to help ready dinner.
Pippin set down a dress, folded in such a way that it tented up in the center. Marigold looked at it and laughed, her face and eyes lighting up.
"What?" asked Pippin, raising his eyebrows. She looked at him, and continued to laugh. He appeared slightly offended, but then began to laugh as well.
"I don't suppose I'm very good at this," he said, laughing at his own work. With a smile, Marigold took up the dress, folding it properly. Together, they finished folding the pile of clothes, and then stood. Pippin was opening his mouth to say something, but a knock at the door interrupted him.
"Who is it?" he called and was responded by Merry. Quickly, Pippin opened the door, and his friend Merry burst into the room.
"Ah, doing the laundry I suppose?" he called, and Marigold laughed as well. Pippin glared at Merry, his cheeks reddening.
"Pip would still be trying to fold a dress if I hadn't been here," said Marigold, and the three of them laughed.
"Come now!" shouted Paladin. "It is time for dinner!"
~*~*~ A/N: Well, then. That was fun. *~*~