Second chapter! It's been a long time coming. Thanks so much for the reviews, it's great to know there's some more THB fans out there.
Disclaimer: If it's possible to love Alan Bennett for doing the movie and hate Alan Bennett for doing the movie without me, I have accomplished it.
"This is delicious!" Scripps exclaimed as the soup slid down his throat.
"Yes well we put in a special ingredient," Timms informed him.
"Mm," hummed Scripps, "And what is that?" He took another spoonful, turning the liquid over in his mouth.
"My spit," replied Lockwood, and Scripps choked on his spoon, dropping it back into the bowl with a clank.
"Your -- in the soup -- what?!" he sputtered, spitting out the remaining broth disgustedly.
Timms laughed loudly. "We were just kidding, mate! We would never give Pozzy that!"
Lockwood eyed the bowl in front of them. "Well, now there really is a special ingredient. How romantic!" he mock-swooned, placing a dramatic hand over his forehead.
"Yeah, it's like he's kissing you without knowing it!" said Timms enthusiastically, "But like not rape, because it's soup!"
Scripps looked down at the soup unhappily. "You two," he said slowly, "...are probably the reason most women turn gay."
"Aw, no, don't say that!" Timms protested, throwing his hands up while Lockwood said cheekily, "Yeh, but it's probably the reason you turned gay too, ey?"
Scripps looked up at Lockwood and made a face. "I would rather kill myself with Tudor Economics Volume Two than crush on you," he said disdainfully. "Actually," he corrected after a moments thought, "I would rather kill you with the bloody book. Two birds with one stone, you know?"
There was silence for a moment, before Timms said slightly timidly, "Are you still going to give him the soup, then? We worked hard on that."
"Oi!" Lockwood exclaimed at this, reaching for the bowl. "We can't give Posner spit soup!"
"It's not spit soup," Scripps snapped, grabbing the hot soup back, ignoring the scalding droplets which sloshed over onto his hand. "And Posner needs soup. He's sick. That's what sick people do."
Scripps severely regretted the last few seconds the moment he saw Timms and Lockwood eyeing him strangely, and felt a searing pain where the soup had spilled on him. "Defensive, much?" muttered Lockwood, the corners of his mouth turning up.
Meanwhile, Timms commented lightly, "I thought sick people needed medicine."
"That's my next stop," Scripps said hurriedly, shoving the soup back into Lockwood's hands. "Pack this up, will you? I need to ice my hand." He ran towards the kitchen before stopping and turning back to the two other boys, both of whom were still standing there looking confused.
"Sooner than later, right?"
Lockwood jumped up a little, and nodded. "Go wash your bloody hand! Burnt flesh. Disgusting."
"Not to a cannibal, I reckon," said Timms, moving forwards to get a bag. "They probably find it quite appealing. Like a burnt marshmallow."
"The only person who likes burnt marshmallow is you," Lockwood retorted, depositing the soup carefully into a nest of ceram wrap.
In the kitchen, Scripps smiled a little at his friends' playful banter.
I wonder what Dakin does when Irwin's sick...
Probably goes to Fiona, said a snarky voice in his head.
Scripps shook his head. It wasn't that Fiona wasn't attractive, but... oh, Posner, Posner, Posner.
Lot's of dialogue, and the beginning wasn't great, but I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!