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1899 - The Hidden Hands of the Aether
Klear:
"Excuse me, Mrs. Fines, I've got another fight next Saturday," he says to her. "I need the day off."
Maybe because of the incident with the con man, he keeps turning into the room between sentences, paying special attention to the newcomer. Nothing seems out of ordinary though. Trouble doesn't usually come so soon after it ends.
LuckyDee:
"Oh, Hugo, ye big oaf!", Mellie says to you, much in the same way a mother would address a troublesome young child and leading you back to the kitchen so as not to give the guests too much of a show. "Don't you see how busy we are tonight? And with the Tinkerers' festivities coming up, it's only going to be more so next week. You think I want to be showing our respected guests your bruised features - on a Sunday, no less?"
She rushes off, distressed, saying "I won't be having it, love, not now." This is more or less her usual response - she hates your little hobby - though she often comes around later on. Somehow you feel your chances are slim this time.
Ron, who caught Josie's expression and had a good laugh about it, completely misunderstanding the implication, now is all ears for the discussion between Hugo and Mellie. He's no fan of pugilism, but he has no quarrels with Hugo participating; much in the same way that he doesn't care for chess or embroidering. He does love a good bit of gossip, however, and situations like these never fail to draw his attention. After Mellie leaves, he looks at Hugo and says "Where do they even find people to take you on - do they simply go 'Oh he's about twelve feet tall, but he's a big baby, really...'?"
Klear:
Hugo wants to argue, but Mellie storms off before he can get another word in. Frowning, he looks at Ron, but mistaking his question for genuine interest in his other profession, he quickly forgets all about Mellie's denial.
"You know me," he says with exaggerated gestures. "Everybody wants to defeat Hugo the Magnificent! And there's always someone foolish enough to try. Let them! Next Saturday I won't even break a sweat, I tell you."
LuckyDee:
"Hey, it's not me that needs convincing...", Ron replies, waving a ladle in what should probably look like an apologetic gesture, but only serves to make him look like he's conducting a symphony of soup. "Besides, with a face like that, who'll see the difference anyway?", he continues and proceeds to laugh slightly too merrily at his own joke, as if deep down he's scared you'll take offense and reposition his nose.
At that point, Barbara storms in out of the pantry, clearly distressed. "A rat!", she shrieks, upon which Ron grabs her by the upper arm with his free hand and brings the other with the ladle still in it to his face, laying a finger over his closed mouth and hissing emphatically as several big dollops of his carrot chowder soar through the kitchen in a gentle arc. "Shut yer trap, ye wee dunce!", he snaps at her, and then, softening a little, "Thanks for telling us, but Big Terry - the tattooist a couple of doors down Allenby Road - has no business knowing that. Scoot, we'll take care of it." He looks at both Hugo and Josie, indicating that 'we' in fact means 'either of you two'.
Klear:
Hugo looks at Ron with disbelief, though to his relief, the last jab went right over Hugo's head.
"I fight men. You'd have Hugo the Magnificent fight a rat?"
Seeing that Ron doesn't show any inclination to get rid of it himself, he heads to the pantry, shaking his head.
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