Of course, you’ve gotten some doses of Guy over the last few days anyway, but he’d be highly upset (huge quantities of Cheez-Its and a brownie or two notwithstanding) if a Friday passed without saluting our favorite leather-clad henchman.
Pirate Cat and I have been doing a lot of bonding–she actually seemed a little frightened when I first got back home–but once again she is my little shadow. She likes the idea of going on an adventure with Pirate Guy to discover treasure, me hearties. Perhaps that would make up for Thumper being so charmed by Little Thorin??
By the way, Little Guy (and Robin and Vasey) arrived from Merry Olde England. I guess the bubble wrap helped keep them from killing each other in the very tight space they occupied on the trip over. They have not been introduced to Little Thorin yet. I just haven’t quite had the energy . . . if you know what I mean. *sigh*
“Ladywriter . . .”
“Yes, Sir Guy.”
The Dark Knight strips the paper off a miniature KitKat bar and pauses before popping it between his shapely lips, a slight furrow appearing between those saturnine eyebrows.
“I’ve been thinking, LW . . .”
Ladywriter tries wriggling her broken toe and winces. “Thinking about how much you’ve enjoyed that bag of Halloween treats?”
Sir Guy’s mouth curls into a boyish smile as he chews. “This Halloween celebration is great fun, I must confess. All the costumes. The scary films.” The smile deepens. “The sweets.”
He clears his throat and tilts his dark head, flicking back a stray strand of his tousled mane. “However, what I have been thinking about is–you haven’t completed your retelling of your birthday yet for your readers.”
Ladywriter pops a couple of aspirin and washes them down with Coke. “Oh, I know, Sir Guy. I am running behind. Trying to regroup, my dearest Leather-Clad Hottie.”
She gives him a wry smile as she lifts her damaged foot and wags it. “I don’t think I will be running any marathons this weekend. No beautiful beach views to lure me away. Perhaps I can make some progress writing. The end of the story is overdue.”
Sir Guy inclines his head graciously, his eyes lighting up. “I do have a rather prominent role in the final chapter of the story, do I not?”
Ladywriter nods and laughs softly. “And you can’t wait for everyone to read it, can you?”
He attempts an insouciant shrug. “I thought your readers might find it–amusing . . .”
Happy Guyday Friday to all!!