part 1

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"You know, we have been here for three years and I still never asked..." Quentin sat down next to Allan, handing him a plate of food. "Why do you always say 'i'm not being funny'?"

"what? I don't, do I?" Everybody stared. "what?"

"You mean you never noticed you said it? That's weird..." Put in Alistair, who had joined them next to his Brother.

"very weird."

"Let us not forget who we are talking about here though," this quip came from Much. "I mean he's hardly normal is he?" The group fell into a strange silence as they all looked in wonderment at Allan, that is- until he could take it no more.

"I'm not bein' funny, but the look on your faces- priceless!" Beginning to laugh, Quentin punched Allan on the arm playfully. "Oh yeah? Starting are we? You starting wiv me?"
As Allan and Quentin began wrestling with each other on the ground, with the other guys cheering them on, Djaq might have been heard muttering about men, that is- if any of them were paying attention, the fight stopped abruptly as Allan's head connected with a sharp rock and he howled with pain.

"Argh! Jigger me!" Djaq rolled her eyes and walked over to where he was sitting and Quentin looked worried.

"Honestly, you never listen no matter how many times I say about fighting- even in jest..."

"Look, I'm not being funny but its -oooow!" Djaq smiled to herself.

"You will live." she stood up and walked back over to where Will had his arm out for her. Allan accepted the hand Quentin offered him and stood up, only wavering when the blood rushed to his head.

"You little-" Quentin laughed at Allan and sized him up.

"Little? To coin a popular phrase... 'I'm not bein funny, but who are you to talk of little?'"

"Oi!" As if to prove his point Quentin grabbed one of Allan's belongings and held it out of his reach.

"Oh, this again? How clever." At seeing his friend so put out Quentin felt slightly guilty and lowered his hand, he had been teased about his size a lot recently... Suddenly grinning, Allan grabbed both his, and Quentin's purses and ran.

"You..." The rest of the gang watched on as their 'children' played.