Steaks, Bread, Egg and lying between sheets

[esteven]

'Why, Stephen, there you are,' cried Jack. 'I was quite anxious for you.'
'Aye?' said Stephen, setting a cabbage-leaf parcel on the table and taking an egg from his pocket and a loaf from his bosom. 'I have brought a beef-steak to recruit you for your interview, and what passes for bread in these parts. I strongly urge you to take off your clothes, to sponge yourself all over - the copper will answer admirably -and to lie between sheets for an hour. Rested, shaved, coffee'd, steaked, you will be a different man.

Just for the Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... and maybe a contribution or two for the wip ;D

(chapter six)

Comments

[feroxargentea]

It sticks? Wipe it off on your Garment.

[esteven]

the knitted brown thing so elastic round the neck but otherwise models the figgar so well?

[feroxargentea]

Mine is (or was once) blue, but aye :-)

[heather_mist]

Well at least now we know where the one Paris was making for Jack went. I feel sure Stephen would have acknowledged Jack's profession (or at least his eyes) and had his made in blue.

*nods*

[esteven]

*tries to imagine Jack in a navy bue Garment and utterly fails*
*tries to imagine how Tom would be able to keep a straight face and fails too*

[feroxargentea]

It's very becoming, I'll have you know. Although a little on the small side for one with such a genteel figgar as Jack.

[heather_mist]

And clings in all the wrong places! Which ensures making a leg to be the most hideous manouevre possible.

*covers eyes once more*

[esteven]

At least then I could get to call Jack snugglebuns ;D

[feroxargentea]

Oh Lord *covers ears, too*

[esteven]

*shifty-eyes in every direction to see if Stephen is away*
*sings out Snugglebuns*
*hides*

[heather_mist]

I would respectfully suggest it's not the buns which would be the problem.

*is back to naked marines again*

[esteven]

You mean it was knitted with holes?
*shakes head*

[heather_mist]

You mean it was knitted with holes?

Not so much - more that the garment is distressingly clingy and therefore absolutely nothing is left to the imagination.

*shuts eyes*
*covers eyes with one hand*
*reaches for heavy bag to cover entire head with the other*

[esteven]

Stephen might enjoy the sight.

*sends nacreous wide scarf for extra cover*

[heather_mist]

Stephen might enjoy the sight.

Apparently Stephen is not the only one.

*looks pointedly in your direction*

[esteven]

:D
I cannot tell I lie, I do like to view a genteel figgar.

[feroxargentea]

The buns and everything else are ALL problems! Puttem away!

[esteven]

*brings Jack his silk floral morning gown and folds navy blue Garnment away*

[feroxargentea]

That - that monstrosity of a gown is not improving matters *giggles*

[esteven]

I guess it sits more comfortably though I hope silk does not cling.

[feroxargentea]

Silk clings! That's the whole point of silk! *shakes head*

[esteven]

Is it?

Then I was probably more thinking along the lines of those heavy brocade things...

[heather_mist]

That - that monstrosity of a gown is not improving matters

Oh dear.

*looks guiltily at fic just written*

I have made reference to it because I knew esteven favoured it...

*hands over large brown paper bag with which to cover head*

[esteven]

You did?
*snugs you rotten*
*bounces*
I knew I would love your fic!

[heather_mist]

*is grateful for snugs*

It's just a passing reference mind and it doesn't actually appear - but hopefully it will put a nice little image in your head ;-)

[esteven]

As long as Jack's in the fic, it is bound to put nice images in my head ;D

[feroxargentea]

LOL
"You can't please all the people all the time, so don't bloody try." - copyright, my mum.

[esteven]

You can read over the silk gown and I can wallow in it ;D

[esteven]

^ ^

And here I thought Paris knitted made to measure?
*g*