Well at least she remembered one name, but I wish she would stop calling me CRAZY GIRL!!!!! Oh well better get used to that…. Anyway, on with the chapter.
It was the next evening and it was time for dinner again. Everyone was sitting in the same spots as the night before and everything was silent once again. The kids were slightly worn out from another day of training with a sword which had resulted in three more practice duels with Brenna, of which she had won two.
Shawnee was busy playing with her potatoes, trying to make a mountain out of them on her plate. She picked up a scoop of potatoes dripping with messy gravy and went to put it on the top of her potato mountain was she paused and looked at Brenna, who was sitting across from her tonight. She looked from the spoon to her and back again several times before forming a small plan to get back for the humiliation of her earlier loss that day. She twisted the spoon so it resembled a small catapult and called out to Brenna with a sweet voice.
"Oh Brenna!" She looked up and found her face full of potatoes and gravy. Everyone sat there in shock while Shawnee smiled in triumph.
"That's for beating me today!" Brenna sat there wiping half of her face of potatoes before she scooped up some carrots and raised her hand.
"Hey Shawnee! Catch!" She threw the carrots and laughed as she gave a squeak and tried to cover herself with her hands but the carrots became stuck in her hair. She growled in anger.
They stopped when they heard a small cough from the other end of the table and all four looked down to see the musketeers and the royalty looking at them. Brenna turned to Chris to hide the half of her potato covered face and Shawnee tried to duck her head so they wouldn't see the carrots. When they were done looking and were satisfied that nothing was going on at the other end of the table, Shawnee picked up a piece of meat.
"Alright Brenna. This means war!" She threw the meat and caught her in the chest. Brenna plucked it up off of her and went to throw it back but stepped on the hem of her dress, causing her throw to go off in another direction. It landed on Aramis's head. Everyone froze in fear. Brenna tried to hide her face in embarrassment while Shawnee just sat there and pointed at her, ratting her out. Chris and Jordan became confused and decided to point at each other in hopes of not being blamed, even though they weren't too sure that they would be anyway.
Aramis pulled the meat from his hair and set it on the plate before standing up. He picked up his wine and carried it over to where Brenna stood and looked at her. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Don't you even think about it…." But think about it he had been and he raised the glass over her head and tipped it. But it would've helped if she hadn't moved when he had. The wine splashed all over the carpet and the hem of the dress.
"Be careful Aramis! You're wasting good wine!" Brenna rolled her eyes at this while Chris, Jordan, and Shawnee laughed at her. Brenna closed her eyes and shook her but spoke suddenly.
"D'Artagnan, don't even try it! I know you're behind me!" Said person paused in shock as Brenna looked back at him over her shoulder with an innocent smile. He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.
"How did you know I was here?" Brenna shrugged.
"Woman's intuition I guess." He nodded, a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to catch her off guard. But then Chris chose that exact moment to crush a handful of potatoes into Brenna's hair as he laughed at her.
"CHRIS!" Brenna yelled angrily before taking a couple slices of meat and throwing them at him, catching him on both sides of the face.
"Food fight!" cried out Jordan and all four of them started grabbing as much food as they could, throwing it any one of them who came close. This also included picking up a plate full of food and either using what was on it to throw or dumping the whole thing over someone's head. The musketeers were covering themselves with their arms and Philippe and Anne had taken cover in the undignified position of being under the table.
Shawnee took two fists of potatoes and threw them down the table, aiming for Chris who was busy mocking her at the other end but it came up a little short, hitting D'Artagnan instead. Pieces of carrots became miniature missiles and potatoes became piles of explosions; meat became shields as the pieces were used to bat away incoming projectiles as the food made its way off the table and on to everyone else.
D'Artagnan sent Porthos a look and they shared a nod before Porthos stood and began to make his way through the "battlefield." He got hit with a couple of shots of carrots, multiple potato and gravy bombs, and was slapped by so much meat that it was starting to leave bruises.
He drew up behind Brenna and Shawnee who were now standing side by side, having chosen to take the same side and fight the boys instead of each other. Porthos wrapped one arm completely around each of them and left them off of their feet, much to their dismay.
"Hey you big oaf! Let me go you giant idiot!" Shawnee yelled and struggled in his grasp. Brenna gave her a violent glare.
"Shawnee! Watch what you say!" The two ended up in a glaring match but at least the food fight was stopped. Athos looked at them with a blank expression.
"Are you two going to behave now?" The two girls nodded but weren't happy about it. Porthos set them down and they turned their backs to each other, crossing their arms in a huff. Aramis gave them a severe look of distaste.
"Now all of you can go get changed and come right back down here. ALL of you will clean up this mess as punishment." The kids stood there, mouths gaping open like fish.
"We're getting in trouble for this?! Come on! It was fun!" Chris protested angrily; not happy at having to clean. The other three looked on with expressions of anger.
"This is not fair! We didn't do anything!" Jordan added. Aramis rounded on him with a calm expression and a steady voice.
"And who was the one who shouted 'food fight?'" Jordan looked away, unable to think of an excuse. The four of them turned and marched in a line up the stairs to go change. When they came back down, they were back in the clothes that they had arrived in. They stood in a row with somber expressions, dreading what was to come.
Four servants approached, two carrying buckets in each hand and the other two each holding a scrub brush. They held them out to the four kids and the girls shared a dismayed look before snatching the buckets and brushes and heading off to the table to work.
The boys took the buckets grudgingly and moved of to a nearby wall to try and get the potatoes off of it. The girls found themselves finishing with the cleaning to the table and looked over to the Chris and Jordan had yet to move from their wall. Brenna walked over to them with a confused expression.
"Surely it doesn't take you THIS long to clean one area of a wall!" Chris turned around with his hand covered in potatoes, his tongue stuck out, and a guilty expression. Brenna scrunched her nose up in disgust.
"Chris… That is just wrong. I don't think they wanted you to lick the wall clean!" She waved them off as she turned to go back to the table.
"Just speed it up alright? None of us want to do this longer than we have to." And they all went back to cleaning. Shawnee crawled under the table to try and reach a spot and felt something cold and clammy fall on her neck. She paused and reached back with a hand to find that some potatoes had hit her.
She pulled out a furious look and glared at Brenna, who was the closest one to her and the closest to what was left of the potatoes.
She wiped the mess off her neck and then chucked it at Brenna, catching her in the shoulder. Brenna spun around and looked at her angrily.
"What on earth did you do that for?!" Shawnee smirked.
"That's for throwing them at me first! And don't you deny it!" But deny it was exactly what she was going to do.
"You're crazy! I didn't throw anything at you! Least of all potatoes!" Shawnee frowned.
"Did too." She said. Brenna frowned.
"Did not." She turned back to working. Shawnee stuck her tongue out.
"Did too." Brenna sighed in annoyance.
"Did not." Shawnee climbed out from under the table and stood.
"Did too." Brenna dropped the brush in the bucket with a splash.
"Did not." Shawnee came right up along side her.
"Did too!" She yelled in her ear. Brenna smacked her upside the head.
"I did not!" She yelled back, trying to stare her down. Shawnee narrowed her eyes.
"You did too! I know you did!"
"I did no such thing!" And back and forth it went, getting louder and louder as their yells became screams as they grew more annoyed by the minute. The musketeers came out from the sitting room they had been in to see what the cause was of all the noise. What they saw were two rather red faced girls screaming at each other and the possible beginnings of a fight. Shawnee clenched her fist and swung.
"Did too!" Brenna caught her fist but missed the next one which clipped her shoulder. Brenna swung a fist of her own as the annoyance turned to anger but that she suddenly couldn't move as a set of arms had wrapped themselves under her shoulders and was holding her back.
She looked up to Shawnee in the same predicament with D'Artagnan holding her back. She tipped her head back to Athos looking down at her with a blank expression and she found herself feeling very ashamed. The two men held them trapped until they stopped struggling and waited as they regained their breath.
"I think it may a good idea if you two separate for a little while." Athos led Brenna away from Shawnee and they remained apart for the rest of the night.
Oops… I caused a fight! Ah well, it was just with crazy girl so it doesn't matter TOO much right? So, thanks to IgnotusAngelus and TurtleJustice for their reviews! Thanks a lot!