It was a first for Sir Guy. His first reduced-sodium hot Spam sandwich with two thick slices of juicy home-grown tomato, accompanied by a glass of Coke and a dish of chilled (and equally juicy) watermelon. Ladywriter had to indulge her brunch cravings, and Sir Guy shared it with her.
(actual sandwiches looked better than this, but LW failed to take photos)
Even with the paper towel he’d tucked into the front of his Floppy Black Pirate Shirt, the juices were rolling down that handsome stubbled chin of his. Ladywriter’s favorite Dark Knight raised a brow, that pink tongue darting out to capture the flow as he reached for his towel. “God’s tears, these are good and ripe, LW!”
Ladywriter gave a longing inward sigh. She’d have been glad to lick that pesky juice away for him . . .
“Uhmmmm . . . oh, yes. I do love a proper tomato and the watermelons have been just lovely this year . . . I will miss the fresh fruit and veggies.”
Sir Guy took another bite of his sandwich, chewing with his customary gusto before giving a great swallow, followed by a mouthful of Coke. What a pleasure it is to watch that man eat . . .
“This–spam?–is rather tasty. What an amazing assortment of foodstuffs you have in the 21st century . . . ”
LW smiled. There was an endearingly boyish side to her favorite SO Not Dead Character, that part of him that delighted and took wonder in so many things she took for granted.
“It’s not exactly banquet fare a la Nottingham Castle, Sir Guy.”
He gave her a lop-sided smile, just a hint of sadness in those kohl-rimmed blue eyes. “Better a spam sandwich with a true friend than a feast with the Treacherous Troll and a fickle, foolish, foppish prince, my lady.”
Ladywriter returned his smile, lifting her Alabama Crimson Tide thermal glass. “I shall drink to that, my dear Dark Knight. And what do you say to a walk with a ‘leper’ and her plebian canines a little later while this glorious sunshine holds?”
Sir Guy’s eyes positively twinkled as he gave her a courtly bow. “I would be honored to accompany you, my lady, along with the beauteous Lady Seabee, Sir Rascal and the young petit couchon-chien.”
Oh, how the French rolled off his tongue!
“The little pig-dog will be thrilled. He’s really taken to you, Sir Guy . . .”
A dark chocolate chuckle. “He’s a friendly little fellow. And one knows where one is with a dog . . .very loyal, they are . . . ”
Happy (if slightly belated) Guyday Friday to all!
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- Guyday Friday: Sir Guy returns to tease & take care of LW (thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com)