Theme: Pendant

Food: Fish and Chips

"Still sleeping?!" Alex exclaimed, exasperated.

"The young lady has been on a long journey. It's not a surprise." The maid said softly, not wanting to wake Bridget any more than her brother likely did. "Young master, it would be best if you let her rest."

His lip curled, annoyed, and he busted past the maid and stumbled into the room where his twin was, surprisingly, wide awake. Bridget smiled bashfully.

"It's been awhile since I've slept on a nice bed so... I overslept? Sorry, Alex."

Alex scratched the back of his head, now flustered by his spontaneous actions. "That's all right. I just need to talk to you. Do you want to grab some fish n' chips?"

Bridget's stomach growled approval.

The whole way to the stand, Alex was quiet. Though Bridget could tell there was something on his mind, he didn't press. In his quest to become more manly, and his self-taught lessons on how to act girly, Bridget noticed that girls talked about their problems as soon as possible and that wherever they were going they were constantly talking. Boys seemed to keep things in the back of their mind for later and didn't need to talk with their friends constantly, preferring to use body language and keeping talk for less important things. It was like there was a bond that didn't need words to be acknowledged.

Bridget didn't need to wait any longer to find out what his brother had to say. The scent of fried fish and the faint smell of ink and fresh paper wafted towards them. They were happy to see that they had beaten the crowd today-- noon was rush hour.

"Two fish n' chips," Alex ordered.

The bushy-browed man at the stand nodded and exchanged the food wrapped in newspaper for money. One huge eyebrow raised, recognizing the person behind Alex. "Bridget! Long time no see. Where ya been? We were all so worried."

"Hey, mister..." Bridget paused; he could never remember this man's name. "...Mister Fish 'N Chips Guy. It's a long story."

The man howled with laughter, tickled by the nickname Bridget had given him. "Well, I see you're hungry so I'll let ya go. You'll have to tell me this 'long story' someday."

"I will. Thank you, mister."

Alex hurriedly pulled Bridget away, he didn't want anyone else in the village to deter them with "long time no see's."

They rested under the oak tree by the pond. Alex watched the dragonflies lazily hover over the water. "Bridget, that will be the last time you run off, right?"

The younger twin swallowed his food. "I can't answer that."

"I demand you answer me."

"No."

Alex roughly set his food aside and turned to Bridget. "Stop being stubborn. We were all worried about you."

"I know." A frown temporarily struck Bridget's lips. "I was worried at first too."

He reached into the front of his dress and pulled out a cross. "But I put my trust in God. As soon as I did, I wasn't worried. I felt more confident in my goals."

"I don't know if I could do the same." Alex's mood softened.

"Don't worry about if you can, but if you can't-- try, for me," Bridget's said, eyes averted. "I can't tell you what I'm planning but please, don't get in my way."

"You can't expect me to do that."

"I don't." Bridget shrugged.

"Fine then." Alex huffed. "Then I shall do whatever possible to keep you from running off."

"And in the likely chance that I do succeed, you'll have to put your trust in God." Bridget winked.

Alex opened his mouth but before he could retort Bridget interrupted. "See, I'm not the only stubborn one."