AN: Right! (claps hands, full of purpose!) Okay, people. I have written the interlude (because that was the popular vote) but after writing it, I decided that I wanted to fit it into the actual story, in order. Sooo, seeing as there is no notebook in sight, I'm going to re-write the adventure holiday arc's missing chapter and post that.

I should have more muse this time around 'cause I go off to Camp with my old Guide unit and I can still vaguely remember what I wrote so it should be better than it originally was and hopefully worth the wait.

When I get back, I'm going on a mad writing spree to get some more chapters up for you amazing people who still read this story because I don't feel I've made up for my lack of updates yet. However, since the interlude is actually completely finished and has been for quite a while 'cause I wasn't sure whether I should post it, it'll mean a shorter wait for another update 'cause it's one less I'll have to write.

But I couldn't leave you all hanging so I'm giving you a snippet of the interlude to entertain you while I'm away!

The interlude and this snippet is dedicated to Sadie193 for reading two fics I wasn't sure about putting online and for being an immense friend… and for giving Malteasers for my birthday, which was July 17th.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Series but I do own the randomness of the plot. Does that keep you legal eagles happy?

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Murtagh had never been known for his patience. No, there were some good reasons why Murtagh was known primarily for his emo tendencies. At the moment, Murtagh's eyes could spot two of these reasons.

"Look Murtagh! Ice cream!" Eragon exclaimed, pointing at the ice cream and everything.

Heck, Murtagh was attached to the two reasons.

"Eragon!" We've got more important things to do than eat ice cream!" Arya snapped, tightening her hold on Murtagh's wrist painfully.

That's right; they were out shopping for things for the baby. Murtagh could understand that; the poor kid at least deserved clothes and a nice place to sleep as consolation for having such interesting parents. What Murtagh did not understand was why he has to be there.

"Eragon sighed. "Fine," he muttered, dropping Murtagh's arm, grabbed in the sudden ice cream enthusiasm, and his own to his sides.

"Let's get baby clothes next!" Arya declared, still not relinquishing her hold on Murtagh's wrist as she powered towards the shop towing him along. At this rate, she'd ruin his poor wrist before his precious rusty arrow even had the chance.

Eragon seemed to perk up as soon as they were through the automatic doors because before Murtagh really knew what was happening, Eragon had shot off one way and Arya had waddled the other so he was left feeling incredibly awkward in the middle of the aisle in a children's clothing store all alone.

AN: To be continued… Eventually… Watch out for the rest of the adventure holiday arc… Coming soon…

(Hint) Reviews will make it come sooner…. (Hint)

Thanks to all readers who are still reading this (and new readers. I hope there are still new readers coming into this madness…) and of course, my legendary reviewers! You people are the best! Thank you!

~ThePurpleRose