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Rough day, eh? Time to head home to your loving spouse or to the inn to meet with your best mates. Anyway, the day is done. It was a long one too so make you sure you have a good night's rest because tomorrow is not going to be any easier. The duke wants the town to look absolutely perfect for the festival.

If you don't feel like sleeping just yet I hear the inn is running a small darts tournament. The food is bad and the rooms are small, but at least the alcohol is good. Apple cider all around!

[ mission: so about that curse! in order to break out of your curse you'll be needing three triggers or one big one. more information & examples here. hold your horses though, you aren't supposed to break free in just one night. ]

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[ is someone talking shit about my little girl? daaron work your own family out before treading on mine ]

Is this the part where I pretend I know the slang young people are using these days? Bop-diggity?

You're so embarrassing.

[moves coins on counter into systematic little piles like she's pretending to count and be productive but she's not. she's not productive.]

So you know, there's this thing I wanted to talk to you about...

Is it a boy?

[ not that he's worried. but he is worried. he has enough concern for two dads since let's face it, jacob wouldn't care ]

You know him...

[draws a little circle on the counter with a coin]

John Smith, from the inn...?

[you know. the servant boy. who likes to wear bowties]

[ forgets about marge. take what you need, you crazy old bat. ]

The servant boy? He seems... nice. Smart, too.

[ he's relieved to know there are no homewreckers in this family. ]

[i'm sure hook's doing plenty of wrecking]

[looks up when he doesn't start lecturing and smiles excitedly]

He is. So smart. [i think?] And he likes to run. [actually that's all she knows about him. scrunchy face. looks off to the side. oh well. she's in love. deal with it]

[ there is a lot of wrecking in this household. just not in the way you're thinking. ]

He good to you?

[tmi]

He makes me feel smart, like everything is an adventure and we can do anything as long as we're together. [dopey lovestruck smile. stops shuffling coins] Yeah, he's good to me.

[ aw ]

That's all I could ever ask for. Maybe... one of these nights when he isn't busy, we could go for drinks. The three of us.

Um, awkward?

[laughs and throws a flyer at him. dad pls. nope.]

[ pffts at the flyer as it flops in midair ]

My little girl's falling for a strange man and I don't even get to meet him? You're breaking my heart, Amber. I didn't so much as get the chance to live vicariously through your young love.

[ the highlight of his day is usually herding marge outside. ]

Don't be gross. Besides, you have dad.

[makes a face at him before looking down at the flyer and tilting her head.]

Wait, what did that say?

[man she just pulled it off the door without reading it. prob unwise. rounds counter to kneel down and pick it up]

I was kidding. I wouldn't trade your father for anything in the world.

[ smooths out the flyer on the countertop ]

More taxes? Well, maybe I'd trade for a husband who could actually work.

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But we already pay so much...

[frowns and leans over his shoulder to read it too]

It's just money. I'll take care of it.

Dad, we're broke.

[the duke is a jerk. why do we love him. he's just so charismatic]

[ ... starts counting out the day's money. they are so broke. has a sad moment because he doesn't want his girl to starve but where will the money come from ]

Grab a basket for me, Amber. I'll find something to sell door-to-door.

[nods and brings him a basket. trying to be helpful.]

What about all that junk?

[points in a corner where all their outsider stuff is piled. bunch of guns and ropes and flashlights and whatever else they were keeping in their bags.]

No one's ever even looked at it. It's just collecting dust.

Huh. No one ever wanted it.

[ collects an armful and starts sorting through ]

Plenty of weapons... more weapons... tea.

[ puts all the reasonably sized things in the basket. ]

Do you think it'll help?

[sits on a stool nearby and rocks her knees anxiously. maybe they can sell hook. rita would probably take him.]

... We could always go through Jacob's things. He might have stolen something good.

He's gonna get us in trouble some day for that.

[like they aren't hurting enough already]

We're family. He's going to accept that, one way or another.

[ they can always chop off hook's other hand. ]

[hmphs quietly and crosses arms. clearly has a favorite dad. protip it's not the one that lies and cheats and steals]

Let's start getting this stuff out there before they come knocking.

[ grabs a walking stick so he can play up the 'oh my leg is kind of crippled?' thing. ]

I'll carry the basket, you knock on doors. Let's go.

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