By now you should know the drill-READ AND REVIEW! If you do, I'll love you forever and ever! And to those who've reviewed, you're tops! Oh, and that other drill...Bev and Tyn belong to Mr. Dave Eds (can we shorten it like that?) and Marjory belongs to LB and Carol belongs to me. (Insert smart, funny, witty, and sarcastic comment here...)--Yeah, I'm lazy...what of it? :D

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It was dinnertime. Everyone around the table was quiet-too quiet! Marjory and Carol knew that they had to do something, quick! Carol, with crafty deceitfulness, nudged Marjory with her elbow (hard enough to cause Marjory to spill some of her stew down the front of her shirt) as she sopped up the rest of the thick stew with some bread. Marjory scowled and subtly nudged her back-hard enough for Carol to lose her balance on her chair and nearly fall over. Bevier and Tynian became very focused on eating.

"Don't you two think you should do something about that?" Sparhawk murmured to Bevier and Tynian as he watched Marjory and Carol continue to beat each other (both pretending that no one could see what they were doing).

"Something about what?" Tynian asked, sighing even as he stood up.

Sparhawk grinned slightly. "It must have been a long trip back. Being married to Ehlana, I don't pity you."

Tynian scowled. "Give it a few more minutes, you'll be pitying us soon enough...Ehlana is nothing compared to these two..." He glanced at Bevier pointedly. When Bevier ignored him-equally pointedly-he grabbed his arm to pull him to his feet.

"What?" Bevier asked, gripping the table desperately. "I'm still eating."

"If I have to do something about it, you do to," Tynian said grimly. "Think of it as a knightly sacrifice, if it makes you feel any better." Bevier sighed glumly, but followed Tynian. Marjory and Carol stopped fighting as soon as Bevier and Tynian were standing behind them, delivering angelic smiles up at the knights.

"Might we have a seat-between the two of you?" Bevier asked tightly. The two split up so fast that it was a wonder they were sitting together. Bevier and Tynian glanced at each other, resigned to their fate, and sat down, glowering at the other knights in the room-knights who were carefully avoiding their gaze. Marjory and Carol settled down to stare at the knights.

The minutes began to creep by again. Before long, Marjory's and Carol's gaze began to wander to their empty bowls with forlorn looks on their faces. They turned puppy-dog eyes towards Bevier and Tynian, but to no avail. "FINE!" Marjory snapped. She stood up and filled her bowl with more stew, grumbling under her breath. Carol handed Marjory her bowl, then went and sliced them both another piece of bread, acting huffy.

Ulath glanced at Bevier and Tynian, grinning openly. Marjory and Carol resumed eating while Bevier and Tynian hid their faces in their hands. Once again it was quiet. Too quiet...

Sephrenia finally cleared her throat. "Would you two young ladies mind telling us who you are? Bevier and Tynian seem to have forgotten their manners," she said, shooting a reproving look at the two knights. They gazed helplessly back at her.

"Well, we'd love to tell you all about us," Carol said. "We're our favorite topic! Next to Bevier and Tynian, that is."

"And since we already know all about you, it's bound to be more interesting listening to us talk about ourselves than you telling us about yourselves!" Marjory added brightly.

Carol kicked her under the table...unfortunately, there were two armored knights between them, and she kicked Tynian instead. "OUCH!" She reached under the table and rubbed her foot, glaring at Tynian. "You know, it'd be a lot easier to cuddle with you if you'd take that off! And I'm Carol."

Marjory stuck her tongue out at Carol. "You shouldn't be trying to abuse me. It's the sign of an unhealthy relationship! And my name is Marjory...or Lady Bevier. I prefer the latter," Marjory added cheerfully.

Kalten promptly choked on the stew he was eating while the rest of the group stared in shock and horror at Bevier and Marjory. "Lady...Bevier?" Sephrenia asked faintly. Bevier sighed and stood up, wandering away from everyone, arms folded across his chest. She looked questioningly in his direction. "Um, when did this happen?"

"Oh, tell them the tale, Marjory!" Carol said excitedly.

Marjory stood up on her seat, posing like a minstrel. "It all began on page 275 of the Diamond Throne! And Bevier, stop sulking, it's not appealing."

Every person in the room stared at her blankly-every person except Carol. She leaned her elbows on the table and whispered to Tynian, "This is gonna be good! I just know it is!"