ABC's of Olive and Enoch

Accents;

It was a couple of months after finally killing Barron; Jake had returned and he and Emma were as happy as ever and so were Olive and Enoch. Fiona and Hugh were even having a little flirt. Enoch was stood in what was once the dining hall of the ship, observing as his skeletons cleaned and rearranged the tables - everyone else was busy doing what they needed to, or so he thought.

Two slender arms snaked around his waist and he received a hug from behind, causing Enoch to jump a little.
"Olive, you can't sneak up on me when I'm monitoring the workers." At this Olive snickered and Enoch raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing." She smiled as she came to stand beside him.
"Olive.."
"Alright, it's just ... well, because you're obviously Scottish, you say some words different. It's really cute."
"What are you on about?" He chuckled.
"Cannie." She giggled, causing Enoch to furrow his brows with a slight smile.
"Sorry?"
"You say 'cannie' instead of can't .. I don't know why, but it's cute." She giggled again. Enoch's cheeks turned a slight pink.
"No I don't, don't know what you're going on about. And I'm not cute." Olive giggled once again, leaning up to kiss his cheek as he folded his arms in a sulky manner.
"I like it - it makes me happy." She smiled, looping her arm through his and watching the skeletons. Enoch raised an eyebrow and looked down at her once again.
"My accent makes you happy?"
"It does. It's cute."
"You're very peculiar, Olive."
"As are you, Enoch. Now come on, I wanted you to come and fix Claire's teddy." Olive explained as she took his hand and started pulling him to the younger children's rooms.
"What? I just fixed it.."
"The twins got to it." Enoch heaved a sigh.
"I can't be fixing this everyday..." And when Olive giggled once again, he added a moody 'shutup'.