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Chapter Six
Planning in the Pub
Having a good meal in her stomach put Sydney in a much better mood. Looking around she decided she rather liked this world or whatever it was. It was a refreshing change from the urban-scapes she was used too. She even went so far to admit that when Sark wasn’t shooting at her or otherwise trying to kill her he wasn’t too bad of company. She laughed out loud at that thought. She really must have lost it if she was starting to think good thoughts about Sark that didn’t involve his death.
At the laugh Sark looked at her like he too was having doubts about her sanity. She smiled at him and at his confused looked her smile grew. Shaking her head she bent back over the book they had been going over during their meal.
He cleared his throat and said one of the weirdest sentences she was sure to ever hear from his mouth, “As I was saying, if we’re going on the assumption that this ‘travel guide’ is accurate and that it was one of these ‘magic mirrors’ we fell through at the castle then we need to head here.” His finger pointed to the place on the map labeled ‘King Wendell’s Castle‘.
“So a truce, until we find this mirror and get back home.” She clarified.
“Agreed. But no more arguing about misappropriated monies or anything of that sort,” He challenged her.
She paused, “Agreed. But no killing anyone.”
“No one? What if another fairy creature threatens you? I have your permission to let it kill you and go on my way?”
“You could wound it.”
“But,” he persisted, “I think we’ve established, wounding it may not guarantee your safe release.”
As Sark talked she realized two things; for one he liked to argue and for the other, “Why am I the one who’s being harassed by this fictional creature?”
He smiled smugly, “Because, Sydney,” he exaggerated her name, “I shoot first and ask questions later.”
“You don’t now.” Her matter of fact answered deflated him somewhat. Good.
Looking at her from under his eyelashes he heaved a very un-Sark like sigh, “Very well.”
Nodding in satisfaction she regarded the map in the book again, “I think we should try to get passage upriver.” Her finger followed the route, “It should take us here and it looks like a short distance to this town…”
“If the map’s accurate,” Sark had doubts about that.
“Kissing Town.” She read shaking her head, “Then we can follow this road to the castle.”
“If this map’s accurate,” Sark reiterated like she hadn’t heard him the first time.
“Well if you have any other ideas I’d like to hear them.”
“Would you really?” He seemed skeptical, “The great Sydney Bristow taking someone else advice.”
She grinned, she seemed to be doing that a lot, “I didn’t say I’d take it, but I am willing to listen.”
She blinked as Sark laughed, actually laughed.
“Well if we’re going to take passage upriver its well that I’ve already appropriated us traveling money.” He grinned roguishly.
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