"I told you no, Darrien." Morgan stressed the no part, "You're the seventh person to propose to me this month, what makes you any different from the rest?"
"Ah, com'n sweetheart, you know me! I'm great fun when I want to be," Darrien swayed as he appealed to her.
"You're drunk."
"Na't'all, y'know. I jus' took a few swigs, though."
"Darrien, you are a no-good drunk with a curse because you're a no good drunk. Get out of my cottage or so help me—"
"I'm goin', I'm goin'. Jus' know that mine's the best offer that's been." He stumbled through the door, hitting his head on the way out. Rubbing it, he grumbled a string of curses and disappeared into the night.
"Darrien giving you trouble again?" Linda appeared behind Morgan, wiping flour of her cheek.
"Nothing I can't handle. He's just drunk—again," Morgan sighed. Idiots.
"It's not your fault that you're so pretty, and nice, and funny, and—"
"Shut up. You're just making that up," she blushed.
"Nope. It's no wonder men travel from all over who knows where just to get the chance to woo you" Linda reached her arm around Morgan's shoulder and hugged her tight.
"They come for our bread" Morgan leaned into Linda's shoulder, comforted.
"Yes, we've seen heroes and mercenaries and kings just because of bread. Stop lying to yourself," she rolled her eyes.
"I'm not. I just wish I could be talented like you." Morgan pushed off and walked into the bedroom, yawning.
"You are talented. Just...not in the same way, is all."Linda reassured her.
"Good-night" Morgan rolled into bed, clothes and all, and blew the candle out.
"Good-night, ya silly goose" Linda hung her apron on the hook by the door and crawled into the bed across the room, cuddling with her little fluffball, Pumpkin.
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Adventurous
AdventureMorgan and Linda loved to bake. They also loved the peaceful tranquility of their little cottage in the woods. But you know who else loves fresh baked bread and a place to rest their head? Heroes, adventurers, sorcerers, the occasional king, elves...
