Ruby City Mailbox/Inbox

[oathshackledbird]

You have found the Mailbox/Inbox of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, owner and teacher of the training school, Spiral. If you have business with him or the school, please feel free to leave a message and he will get back to you as soon as possible. Considering his abilities, that might be quicker than you think...

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[oathshackledbird]

Chocolate is good!

[Diarmuid looks up with an excited grin on his face. He's just going to try and forget that mischievous expression of Afonso's and eat his cake.]

You aren't going to find much in the way of sweets in the book I gave you, though. All we had for sweeteners was honey, and if something happened with the bees that year, we didn't even have that.

[airshipcaptain]

[He makes a mental note of that. Maybe he'll make brownies in the future.]

You know, that does explain an awful lot about why you like honey so much. Though I guess it's understandable. You didn't even have sugar?

[oathshackledbird]

No, not until long after my time. It had to be brought to Ireland from other places. Sugar cane grows best in tropical locations and Ireland is far from tropical.

[This infodump brought to you by the Holy Grail.]

Ramble aside, yes, that is why I like honey so much.

[airshipcaptain]

[He gives a small nod at the info dump, giving his friend an amused smile.]

I probably should have gotten you a pot of honey then as a gift.

[oathshackledbird]

Probably not a good idea actually. I would eat it all and make myself sick.

[Really, Diarmuid. What are you, two?]

[airshipcaptain]

Dually noted.

[And he might just... Hide some of the honey they have. Just in case.]

Well I hope you still like your gift.

[He holds out the wrapped parcel, a bit hesitantly. Afonso had tried to carve a dog out wood after remembering Diarmuid telling him about how he'd had dogs once.

... Except Afonso's pretty sure it still looks like a lump of wood. Maybe if you squint?]

[oathshackledbird]

[Hey, that is the school's honey. There is a difference between that and some that is all for him. The difference being one would be eaten all at once and the other is left for everyone else to use.]

You mean you did something besides the cake? You didn't need to do that.

[One more bite finds its way into Diarmuid's mouth and then he takes the package. Once he opens it, his eyes light up.]

You carved me a dog! Does he have a name?

[airshipcaptain]

It's your birthday, even if you're old enough for a fire hazard cake, it has to be commemorated.

[And there's a bit of relief when Diarmuid sees the dog in the lumpy wood. He laughs, shaking his head.]

No, not yet. Giving it a name is your job.

[oathshackledbird]

Are you sure you want me to name it?

[Diarmuid holds it up so it is next to Afonso's face.]

I might decide he looks like you and name him Fonzy.

[airshipcaptain]

Does that mean I won't be Fonzy anymore?

[Because that sounds like a win for him.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid tsks and then shakes a finger at Afonso.]

Of course not. You will always be Fonzy. This will be Fonzy Jr.

[airshipcaptain]

[Look at the exaggerated frown he makes at that.]

That cannot be Fonzy Jr.

[oathshackledbird]

[Look noticed and ignored. Bad Diarmuid!]

Why can't he be? You made him after all. I am pretty sure when someone makes something, there is a tradition of naming it after the maker.

[Diarmuid, we are not talking about babies here!]

[airshipcaptain]

[He gives Diarmuid another look, because they are so not talking about babies.

Though it gives him a thought.]

Doesn't that give me permission to veto the name?

[oathshackledbird]

Well, I suppose if you are the mother, I can't deny you that right.

[Oh, Afonso, you so walked into that.]

[airshipcaptain]

[Oh god he did.

He's just going to hide his face in his hand.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid doesn't say anything. He just reaches out and pats Afonso's shoulder. His grin, on the other hand, very clearly says 'Don't worry. I think you will make an excellent mother.'

Sorry, Afonso. At least he doesn't say it out loud.]

[airshipcaptain]

[He lifts his head, long enough to see that grin. Then he's hiding his face again.

It would be bad to punch the birthday boy, right? Right.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Typically, yes. It is bad form to punch the birthday boy, though Diarmuid would allow it considering he knows he's picking on Afonso and deserves it. However, it would not be advisable to punch Diarmuid even knowing he would allow it. Afonso would likely end up with a broken hand.

Stupid Servant resistances taking the fun out of everything.]

[airshipcaptain]

[Well Afonso likes being in relatively one piece. Plus it would be rude to punch a friend so he'll refrain for now.

Even if it was tempting.]

Alright. First of all, Diarmuid, I am not the mother. Secondly, I still veto Fonzy Jr.

[This, of course, is all slightly muffled as he's still face palming. He'd look up but he's fairly sure he's walking into more embarrassment, so he might as well keep his face hidden.]

Thirdly. If I'm anything I'd be a father but I'm not because this is an inanimate object.

[oathshackledbird]

But Afonso, you gave birth to it with your own hands. Are you denying your own child?

[Somehow, Diarmuid manages to say this with a very serious face. However, only moments later, he dissolves into a fit of laughter.

Somethings are just too insane to say with a straight face. This apparently is one of them.]

[airshipcaptain]

[... He walked right into that, didn't he?

Diarmuid laughs and Afonso gives him another frown. Then he promptly grabs a pillow off the bed and smacking the birthday boy over the head with it.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's laughter is broken by a startled sound when the pillow connects with his head. He falls over, hands held up as if to protect himself. Of course, the laughter isn't gone long and soon returns.

He's not going to fight back, this time. He knows he deserves it.]