"Kay," called Percy, "sit down with us and enjoy the feast!"
"Later," says Kay, rushing past distractedly. "If I don't keep an eye on Smitty, God knows what he'll do to the custard - "
Percy catches Kay's arm. Tall and thin and light-boned as he is, Percy looks like the wind might blow him away. But he's strong, and he pulls Kay onto the chair beside him.
Kay lands awkwardly. The airmen laugh and cheer, and Kay's mouth sets and his chin lifts as he tries to regain his dignity.
Percy nudges Kay's shoulder. "They're glad you're eating with us for once," he says, as he loads Kay's plate with a slice of roast goose (procured at a nearby farm in return for extra airmen's scarves).
Kay replies testily, "If I sat around gobbling like you lot, we wouldn't eat half so well."
"Yes, I know," Percy says, adding two crusty rolls to Kay's plate. "But good company is the best sauce." And while Kay is still sputtering, Percy fills Kay's glass with mulled wine (the result of a very complicated set of black market trades). Then Percy stands, lifting his glass so all the airmen look at him. "To Kay, the founder of the feast!"
"To Kay!" the airmen echo, and Kay reddens and scowls and downs his mulled wine so he doesn't have to look at them. The wine is liberally spiked with black market brandy.
The custard accompanying the Christmas pudding is distinctly lumpy. Fortunately, everyone but Kay is too drunk to mind.
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Date: 2022-12-06 04:06 pm (UTC)"Later," says Kay, rushing past distractedly. "If I don't keep an eye on Smitty, God knows what he'll do to the custard - "
Percy catches Kay's arm. Tall and thin and light-boned as he is, Percy looks like the wind might blow him away. But he's strong, and he pulls Kay onto the chair beside him.
Kay lands awkwardly. The airmen laugh and cheer, and Kay's mouth sets and his chin lifts as he tries to regain his dignity.
Percy nudges Kay's shoulder. "They're glad you're eating with us for once," he says, as he loads Kay's plate with a slice of roast goose (procured at a nearby farm in return for extra airmen's scarves).
Kay replies testily, "If I sat around gobbling like you lot, we wouldn't eat half so well."
"Yes, I know," Percy says, adding two crusty rolls to Kay's plate. "But good company is the best sauce." And while Kay is still sputtering, Percy fills Kay's glass with mulled wine (the result of a very complicated set of black market trades). Then Percy stands, lifting his glass so all the airmen look at him. "To Kay, the founder of the feast!"
"To Kay!" the airmen echo, and Kay reddens and scowls and downs his mulled wine so he doesn't have to look at them. The wine is liberally spiked with black market brandy.
The custard accompanying the Christmas pudding is distinctly lumpy. Fortunately, everyone but Kay is too drunk to mind.