Mad-4-Manga:
This is all post-novel and is rated PG-13.
Hope you like my first attempt at something resembling fluff. There'll probably be more on the way, depending on various variables.
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It was a bright Saturday for the inhabitants of the Moving Castle.
Michael had gone to visit his "Sweet Martha" and Calcifer was out. The two unmentioned were told to "behave" and then left alone -which, in hind sight, was probably not the best of ideas.
See, it was all the chopsticks' fault.
.-.
Howl and Sophie were having a late breakfast of something called "whan tawn soup," to Sophie's suspicion and Howl's delight. Howl had intended to be lazy, but as always, Sophiefinagled her way and Howl conjured up a mysterious something or other from some mysterious country or other -which Howl had obliged to Sophie's questioning with a huge map of sorts that only left her more confused than ever. As Sophie picked at the mystery soup with a spoon, Howl was watching her from his chair.
He spoke up, "Would you like to eat it with chopsticks?"
Confusion, consternation, confusion, and overwhelming trepidation crossed the former hatter's face; it was irresistible to Howl and with a dramatic flair a twin pair of tan sticks? was now in front of the woman... Her eyes bugged out, "What?"...Howl was not to be shortchanged on one of his favorite expressions. "You expect me to eat with sticks? Do you... 'chop' the food with them?" the poor red-haired woman was very, very, very uncertain.
Howl cracked a wide grin at all this and had to hide his giggles behind his spoon, which wasn't well-equipped to hide or protect him from Sophie as the latter attacked him with the "chopsticks".
.-.
Later, when Michael and Calcifer came back, the table and a few of the chairs were leaning a bit oddly, as if they had been used to hit people with and used for a convenient surface to lean against or on top of. During "Twenty Questions from your Apprentice and Fire Demon", Howl had a huge grin on his face and Sophie intermittently poked him with what could only be a pair of chopsticks.
Perhaps only perfect hindsight was good...
...depending on if your were the couple making out or the traumatised table set.
