Poppy (to Vincent): Hi honey, is that coffee I smell? ... Thank you for patching up my arm last night.
Vincent (to Poppy): It is indeed. Goodness knows I needed a cuppa. No worries about your arm, hun. I'm just glad it looked worse than it was. I did what I could for your blouse, but I'm afraid there's only so much cold water and peroxide can do. Sorry. Let me guess what happened, hun. Alistair.
Poppy (to Vincent): Indeed it was, honey... well, that & I ran into Carver... I didn't realize he was such a museum lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Carver? Good heavens! I'm glad you managed to make it away from him in one piece!
How's the arm doing this morning, hun? We can go see my doctor if you want a professional to look at it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you, honey, I may need stitches, but I'd just as soon avoid a doctor's office, at the moment. Too many questions. I've handled worse, I'll deal with it after I finish my coffee.
Vincent (to Poppy): It's up to you, but I know two doctors, one here & one in Britannia, who'd look at it with very few questions asked. Dare I ask what you two were doing in a museum that made you run afoul of Carver, or am I happier not knowing?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't think there's time today, honey, I've got to get ready for the picnic. It'll be okay, but thank you. Apparently, there's some Royal Family Exhibit at the New London Historical Museum and he needed to check out something. He just needed me to take a couple photos of the exhibit, but it needed to be after hours. Carver was there being destructive & causing trouble. I'm not quite sure why, but I didn't really think it was polite to ask under the circumstances.
Vincent (to Poppy): Understood, hun. And, under the circumstances, you don't have to go to this silly picnic if you're not feeling up to it.
Poppy (to Vincent): You're sweet, honey, but I told you that I'd help with digging up dirt on your parents & that's what I'm going to do. Though, I may take the night off from work. Truth be told, I'll probably need a good nap & a hot bath after all of that.
Vincent (to Poppy): I certainly wouldn't blame you! If there's anything you need, please let me know. And, thank you, Poppy.
Poppy (to Vincent): Could you pour me a glass of rum, honey? I need to go take care of this arm... um, if you hear any noises, it's just me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course. Are you positive you don't want my help? I'm less prissy than I look, and I've got a bit of first aid knowledge. I was a boy scout and everything.
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't think you're prissy, honey. I just tend to swear like a sailor when I'm dealing with stitches & I don't want to say anything mean or hurtful to you. And, not to doubt, your first aid abilities, but have you ever given someone stitches?
Vincent (to Poppy): I think I can handle the verbal abuse, hun. I'm afraid don't have a ton of experience with stitches. I've only had to do it two or so times, but between butterfly bandages, liquid stitches, and my limited experience... I should be able to patch you up well enough for a few days. We can get Dr. Thorne to do a proper job of it tomorrow.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey, if you insist. It'll probably be better that you do it anyway as I'm not all that good with my left hand. I'll try not to be too mean while you do it.
Vincent (to Poppy): If it helps, be as mean as you need to be, hun. I won't take it personally. Here's your rum. Let's get this done.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thanks, honey... Alright, I'm ready.
Vincent (to Poppy): I've got as much closed with the butterfly bandages as I can manage, but this part right here is going to stitches. Brace yourself, hun. I'll be as quick as I can manage.
Poppy (to Vincent): God damn it! OUCH!
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm almost done, sweetie. Just a little bit more... You're doing great... Did I ever tell you how I met Alistair?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, I don't think so, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): We were thrown in the same paddy wagon for border hopping, and I kissed him to get us out of custody.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my god, ow, twinkle toes!
Vincent (to Poppy): Twinkle toes?
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry, I've been watching the last airbender cartoon and I didn't want to be mean.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. It's alright, hun. That just wasn't the level of insult I was expecting. OK. I think that's got it. It looks like shit, but it should hold. You REALLY should get Dr. Thorne to do a better job, though. It'll scar if you leave it like that.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will tomorrow, honey. Thank you. Now, give me a kiss and then, I'm going to go get ready to go this ridiculous picnic.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Good. See that you do. I'm going to go fix myself something to drink. Whew. I could never be a doctor!
Thirty minutes later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Okay honey, how do I look? Do you think this works for a super conservative religious picnic?
Vincent (to Poppy): You look TERRIFYING. That'll work perfectly, I think. Hee hee. Of course, I'm a terrible person to ask.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey... I'm off. Wish me luck!
Vincent (to Poppy): Good luck, hun!
An hour or so later:
Mouse (to Vincent): Knock, knock, little brother.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hiya, sweetie! What brings you this way?
Mouse (to Vincent): Sorry to bust in on ya without calling first. I was out for a walk while Eep's been in the studio painting. How are you doing today?
Vincent (to Mouse): Good heavens. Today's been... I don't even know. Have a seat, hun. I was just making myself a stiff drink. Would you like one?
Mouse (to Vincent): Sure, since you're having one. What's been going on?
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh, nothing. Just a little bathroom surgery. How has your day been?
Mouse (to Vincent): What!?! Are you okay!?! ... You can't just say that & then ask me how my day is.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sorry, sweetie. I'm still a little bit disconnected about the whole thing. I'm fine. It was Poppy. She needed a few stitches.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh my god. Is she okay?
Vincent (to Mouse): She will be. Alistair asked her to do a favor on the other side last night, and she ran into Carver.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, that's the creepy sidekick, right? She's lucky that she only needed stitches.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know! I was able to patch up most of it with butterfly bandages, but I still had to give her some very messy stitches.
Mouse (to Vincent): Where is she now then? I mean shouldn't she be resting?
Vincent (to Mouse): She SHOULD be, but she's at some "new members" picnic for the Divine Hope Church. She's trying to dig up dirt on my parents.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, that's a bit unexpected... I mean, I jokingly said that the other day, but I didn't think you'd ask her to do it.
Vincent (to Mouse): I didn't! She had already charmed her way into the office and snagged some credit card statements before I knew she'd been there. I told her she could stay home, but... Well, I think she wants to help, and this is the only thing she could think of doing.
Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... I'm just... wow... Your girlfr... I mean, Poppy is something else...
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmm. You'll note that I'm ignoring that comment, sweet sister.
Mouse (to Vincent): It was a slip of the tongue, little brother... I know you two aren't dating.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sorry, sweetie. I'm probably more than a little touchy at the moment. Not to totes change a subject I totes want to change, but I'm glad you stopped by, hun. I wanted to talk to you.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh? What's up?
Vincent (to Mouse): Are you still interested in speaking to the press about how you found me?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, of course, I am unless you're having second thoughts. are you?
Vincent (to Mouse): No, hun. Just the opposite. I'm actually a bit surprised how supportive everyone is being.
Mouse (to Vincent): Why are you surprised? We all love you. Of course, we want to help.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know, sweetie. It just reminds me that I'm a very lucky little lad.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I guess if & when Poppy comes back with more dirt, I'll setup a meeting with a reporter.
Vincent (to Mouse): OK. I've got the paperwork about my name change, and a couple of old family photos showing me, my siblings and parents... If you think any of that will help.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'll probably grab that stuff for the meeting at some point.
Vincent (to Mouse): Do you wanna see the pictures? You have to promise not to laugh, though. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Sure... I should probably see them before I speak to the reporter, that way I don't start giggling in front of them. :-P
Several hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hi honey, can I get a drink? I need to cleanse my palate of hypocrisy.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh dear. Of course! Let me get you something ridiculously alcoholic, hun. I take it the picnic went about as well as expected?
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, your daddy is as queer as a three dollar bill.
Vincent (to Poppy): Wait. What? Dear God. I think I need a drink. I think I may need several.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): No. It's just a bit of a surprise, that's all. What makes you say that?
Poppy (to Vincent): He was taking a very "special" interest in this young man named Kyle. I took a picture, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Oh my. Well, I certainly know what my interest in him would be. Good heavens. A whole lot of things just started making sense.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, I'm sorry to say this, but your father is a prime example of a self-hating gay man.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. As I said, a lot of things started making sense. I really wish he would have kept his repressed sexuality to himself. I am definitely going to need several large, LARGE drinks when we get home.
Poppy (to Vincent): Trust me, honey, it was a most enlightening excursion... and, strangely, I think your mother liked me.
Vincent (to Poppy): As charming as you are, hun, I find it hard to believe my mother actually likes anyone. I don't know about you, but I am ready to go home. Good Lord.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, honey, I'm ready to go. I'm sorry if I ruined your evening.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, hun. It's not your fault. It's all a bit to take in, I'm afraid. You'll just have to see what you can do to put me in a better mood. After all, you're the one who has to go home with me. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my! Well, I can certainly think of one thing, honey...
Vincent (to Poppy): It is indeed. Goodness knows I needed a cuppa. No worries about your arm, hun. I'm just glad it looked worse than it was. I did what I could for your blouse, but I'm afraid there's only so much cold water and peroxide can do. Sorry. Let me guess what happened, hun. Alistair.
Poppy (to Vincent): Indeed it was, honey... well, that & I ran into Carver... I didn't realize he was such a museum lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): Carver? Good heavens! I'm glad you managed to make it away from him in one piece!
How's the arm doing this morning, hun? We can go see my doctor if you want a professional to look at it.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thank you, honey, I may need stitches, but I'd just as soon avoid a doctor's office, at the moment. Too many questions. I've handled worse, I'll deal with it after I finish my coffee.
Vincent (to Poppy): It's up to you, but I know two doctors, one here & one in Britannia, who'd look at it with very few questions asked. Dare I ask what you two were doing in a museum that made you run afoul of Carver, or am I happier not knowing?
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't think there's time today, honey, I've got to get ready for the picnic. It'll be okay, but thank you. Apparently, there's some Royal Family Exhibit at the New London Historical Museum and he needed to check out something. He just needed me to take a couple photos of the exhibit, but it needed to be after hours. Carver was there being destructive & causing trouble. I'm not quite sure why, but I didn't really think it was polite to ask under the circumstances.
Vincent (to Poppy): Understood, hun. And, under the circumstances, you don't have to go to this silly picnic if you're not feeling up to it.
Poppy (to Vincent): You're sweet, honey, but I told you that I'd help with digging up dirt on your parents & that's what I'm going to do. Though, I may take the night off from work. Truth be told, I'll probably need a good nap & a hot bath after all of that.
Vincent (to Poppy): I certainly wouldn't blame you! If there's anything you need, please let me know. And, thank you, Poppy.
Poppy (to Vincent): Could you pour me a glass of rum, honey? I need to go take care of this arm... um, if you hear any noises, it's just me.
Vincent (to Poppy): Of course. Are you positive you don't want my help? I'm less prissy than I look, and I've got a bit of first aid knowledge. I was a boy scout and everything.
Poppy (to Vincent): I don't think you're prissy, honey. I just tend to swear like a sailor when I'm dealing with stitches & I don't want to say anything mean or hurtful to you. And, not to doubt, your first aid abilities, but have you ever given someone stitches?
Vincent (to Poppy): I think I can handle the verbal abuse, hun. I'm afraid don't have a ton of experience with stitches. I've only had to do it two or so times, but between butterfly bandages, liquid stitches, and my limited experience... I should be able to patch you up well enough for a few days. We can get Dr. Thorne to do a proper job of it tomorrow.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey, if you insist. It'll probably be better that you do it anyway as I'm not all that good with my left hand. I'll try not to be too mean while you do it.
Vincent (to Poppy): If it helps, be as mean as you need to be, hun. I won't take it personally. Here's your rum. Let's get this done.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thanks, honey... Alright, I'm ready.
Vincent (to Poppy): I've got as much closed with the butterfly bandages as I can manage, but this part right here is going to stitches. Brace yourself, hun. I'll be as quick as I can manage.
Poppy (to Vincent): God damn it! OUCH!
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm almost done, sweetie. Just a little bit more... You're doing great... Did I ever tell you how I met Alistair?
Poppy (to Vincent): No, I don't think so, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): We were thrown in the same paddy wagon for border hopping, and I kissed him to get us out of custody.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my god, ow, twinkle toes!
Vincent (to Poppy): Twinkle toes?
Poppy (to Vincent): Sorry, I've been watching the last airbender cartoon and I didn't want to be mean.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. It's alright, hun. That just wasn't the level of insult I was expecting. OK. I think that's got it. It looks like shit, but it should hold. You REALLY should get Dr. Thorne to do a better job, though. It'll scar if you leave it like that.
Poppy (to Vincent): I will tomorrow, honey. Thank you. Now, give me a kiss and then, I'm going to go get ready to go this ridiculous picnic.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmm. Good. See that you do. I'm going to go fix myself something to drink. Whew. I could never be a doctor!
Thirty minutes later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Okay honey, how do I look? Do you think this works for a super conservative religious picnic?
Vincent (to Poppy): You look TERRIFYING. That'll work perfectly, I think. Hee hee. Of course, I'm a terrible person to ask.
Poppy (to Vincent): Alright, honey... I'm off. Wish me luck!
Vincent (to Poppy): Good luck, hun!
An hour or so later:
Mouse (to Vincent): Knock, knock, little brother.
Vincent (to Mouse): Hiya, sweetie! What brings you this way?
Mouse (to Vincent): Sorry to bust in on ya without calling first. I was out for a walk while Eep's been in the studio painting. How are you doing today?
Vincent (to Mouse): Good heavens. Today's been... I don't even know. Have a seat, hun. I was just making myself a stiff drink. Would you like one?
Mouse (to Vincent): Sure, since you're having one. What's been going on?
Vincent (to Mouse): Oh, nothing. Just a little bathroom surgery. How has your day been?
Mouse (to Vincent): What!?! Are you okay!?! ... You can't just say that & then ask me how my day is.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sorry, sweetie. I'm still a little bit disconnected about the whole thing. I'm fine. It was Poppy. She needed a few stitches.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh my god. Is she okay?
Vincent (to Mouse): She will be. Alistair asked her to do a favor on the other side last night, and she ran into Carver.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, that's the creepy sidekick, right? She's lucky that she only needed stitches.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know! I was able to patch up most of it with butterfly bandages, but I still had to give her some very messy stitches.
Mouse (to Vincent): Where is she now then? I mean shouldn't she be resting?
Vincent (to Mouse): She SHOULD be, but she's at some "new members" picnic for the Divine Hope Church. She's trying to dig up dirt on my parents.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh, that's a bit unexpected... I mean, I jokingly said that the other day, but I didn't think you'd ask her to do it.
Vincent (to Mouse): I didn't! She had already charmed her way into the office and snagged some credit card statements before I knew she'd been there. I told her she could stay home, but... Well, I think she wants to help, and this is the only thing she could think of doing.
Mouse (to Vincent): Wow... I'm just... wow... Your girlfr... I mean, Poppy is something else...
Vincent (to Mouse): Mmm. You'll note that I'm ignoring that comment, sweet sister.
Mouse (to Vincent): It was a slip of the tongue, little brother... I know you two aren't dating.
Vincent (to Mouse): Sorry, sweetie. I'm probably more than a little touchy at the moment. Not to totes change a subject I totes want to change, but I'm glad you stopped by, hun. I wanted to talk to you.
Mouse (to Vincent): Oh? What's up?
Vincent (to Mouse): Are you still interested in speaking to the press about how you found me?
Mouse (to Vincent): Yes, of course, I am unless you're having second thoughts. are you?
Vincent (to Mouse): No, hun. Just the opposite. I'm actually a bit surprised how supportive everyone is being.
Mouse (to Vincent): Why are you surprised? We all love you. Of course, we want to help.
Vincent (to Mouse): I know, sweetie. It just reminds me that I'm a very lucky little lad.
Mouse (to Vincent): Well, I guess if & when Poppy comes back with more dirt, I'll setup a meeting with a reporter.
Vincent (to Mouse): OK. I've got the paperwork about my name change, and a couple of old family photos showing me, my siblings and parents... If you think any of that will help.
Mouse (to Vincent): I'll probably grab that stuff for the meeting at some point.
Vincent (to Mouse): Do you wanna see the pictures? You have to promise not to laugh, though. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): Sure... I should probably see them before I speak to the reporter, that way I don't start giggling in front of them. :-P
Several hours later:
Poppy (to Vincent): Hi honey, can I get a drink? I need to cleanse my palate of hypocrisy.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh dear. Of course! Let me get you something ridiculously alcoholic, hun. I take it the picnic went about as well as expected?
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, your daddy is as queer as a three dollar bill.
Vincent (to Poppy): Wait. What? Dear God. I think I need a drink. I think I may need several.
Poppy (to Vincent): I'm sorry, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): No. It's just a bit of a surprise, that's all. What makes you say that?
Poppy (to Vincent): He was taking a very "special" interest in this young man named Kyle. I took a picture, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh. Oh my. Well, I certainly know what my interest in him would be. Good heavens. A whole lot of things just started making sense.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, honey, I'm sorry to say this, but your father is a prime example of a self-hating gay man.
Vincent (to Poppy): Well. As I said, a lot of things started making sense. I really wish he would have kept his repressed sexuality to himself. I am definitely going to need several large, LARGE drinks when we get home.
Poppy (to Vincent): Trust me, honey, it was a most enlightening excursion... and, strangely, I think your mother liked me.
Vincent (to Poppy): As charming as you are, hun, I find it hard to believe my mother actually likes anyone. I don't know about you, but I am ready to go home. Good Lord.
Poppy (to Vincent): Yes, honey, I'm ready to go. I'm sorry if I ruined your evening.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, hun. It's not your fault. It's all a bit to take in, I'm afraid. You'll just have to see what you can do to put me in a better mood. After all, you're the one who has to go home with me. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh my! Well, I can certainly think of one thing, honey...
