SHARPE'S MEAL ⚔ WRITTEN | ACTION

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[ after the public relations disaster of his last broadcast, sharpe has since kept his journal under a sort of imprisonment: tied shut with leather straps and stuffed in a cloth sack, that sack being knotted as well. but today he gingerly picks it from its incarceration and flicks through its pages until he settles upon one he likes. and then sharpe picks up his pencil.

he writes three messages. as ever, his handwriting is scrawlish, ill-practised, and riddled with errors. none are filtered, although only the first is intended for community consumption:]

LUCETI -- I need to speak with someone who can cook a des--deecdecent meal. [ ugh this is borderline humiliating someone shoot him and put him out of his misery. ] Frogs need not apply, beecuz I don't want the lot to taste like cheese and garlik.

KATNISS -- I'm coming by before 12. We have our wager to settle.

MISS FAITH LONG -- might a man call on you this afternoon?

-- R. SHARPE

[ OTHERWISE the man can be found staring disconsolately at grocery items. some of these things have never before been seen by eyes such as his. in fact, some of these things look barely edible. sharpe's been in luceti for a year, but he just about never goes to the grocery shop -- not when he has katniss looking after him with her stew. not when he can still shoot his own game. but today brings his boots squarely inside this devil's shop. as he browses, he mutters: ] Bloody hell...

[ LATER, sharpe has taken up a sentry position at the bar in good spirits. he's drinking watered down brandy because he can't afford to get drunk tonight. he's on the lookout for a certain fire-haired giant of a man. ganondorf. for it occurs to sharpe that he doesn't know where he lives, only that he's often seen at the bar. so he waits. ]

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Spanish. [ he corrects her, though not unkindly. ] Portuguese. The towns are held by the French, but they're inhabited by our allies. And I can assure you the French terrorized these towns first.

[ still: ] But then, so did we. All the same. So those caught red-handed are hanged for it.

[ except in sieges, dammit. where the frustrations of men who had thrown themselves against walls and mines and guns are let loose as a reward for all that sacrifice. a token three or four are hanged.

and for all the conversation is about delicate china, he decides he doesn't need to suggest who the real casualties are. ]

[fleurdesel]

I truly should have paid more attention in history, or at least made a point to remember. It's a disservice, forgetting. My great aunt would slap me if she knew.

[Never forget the fallen, those that fought, or those that endured-, etc, etc. And this became quite heavy in not that much time and, as per usual in their conversations, it's come from something she's said. She really does need to break herself of that habit.]

Armies fight the war. People endure. If both are lucky they survive, or that is how it always seemed.

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The mistake's simple. I hear we push into France soon enough. And I'm keen to cross the Pyrenees on my return. [ sharpe knows that discipline will be difficult. how tough will it be to hold control over troops who have learned how to hate a nation? but he understands that they can't do to the french what the french did to the spanish. ]

But order will be necessary. The moment our army makes an enemy of those enduring people? That is the moment that they, like the Spanish guerillos against French armies, raise and terrorize us. No -- Wellington would rather we arrive as heroes, cracking open the shell of tyranny and saving old France from Napoleon. Relieving the wheelwright and the baker and the farmer from conscription.

[ he picks up a strange mug with a lid. ] It's wishful thinking.

[fleurdesel]

It's a kind thought. A noble one. And simultaneously quite practical.

[For her it's a foregone conclusion, yet she's never truly had the opportunity to appreciate the effort and elegance of Wellginton's campaign until she met Sharpe. She'd have let the dates and details fade away like anything else that she didn't need to know for the sake of her patients. Another boon granted by this place in the strangest way.]

I think that is a beer stein.

[Marginally safer territory, that. Simpler to focus on and discuss as she turns her attention back to the glasses.]

[greenjacketed]

Nosey's a practical man. [ he tilts the mug towards her. ] And if it is, then it's likely something I won't need.

[fleurdesel]

Unless you are compelled to keep a tight lid on your ale lest it dare escape without your permission? [She, in turn, tilts a moderately sized, sturdy, not at all stemmed glass for his inspection.] No.

[greenjacketed]

[ he exchanges the mug for this stemmed glass. sturdy as it is, he hands it almost too delicately between his calloused fingers. ]

Insubordinate ale. [ he clucks his tongue. ] Can't abide by it.

[fleurdesel]

It would set a poor precedent.

[Further back, slightly more delicate but in a similar shape, wineglasses to match. Again it's brought to his attention with a faint quirk of her brow. Does the Major approve?]

[greenjacketed]

[ grace had possessed fine diningware such as this. but they'd barely had a chance to use it between all the scandal and then her death. he touched the edge of his thumb against the second glass's rim and nodded. ]

Thank the Lord I have a large enough table for all this madness.

[fleurdesel]

If you didn't that would be stop number three.

[Said with all due seriousness as she begins to wrap up four of each of these glasses for him. Though it does bring to mind one thing-]

You have enough chairs, yes?

[greenjacketed]

I have four. But until now, I've kept two at the table. One in my room -- [ for a man needs a chair to rest his foot on when he pulls on his boots! ] and the last in one of the spares. I suppose I'll have to work at moving the whole lot...

[ for it turns out that richard sharpe is also changing addresses. ]

[fleurdesel]

[Silverware's just one shelf below the glasses, and this is the simplest bit. Sturdy, metal, and not bent or rusted. She doesn't bother asking if it's something he'd find suitable- if it's simple it will be suitable enough. Anything more is fussing. This is wrapped and set with the rest, some of the items added to her bag as it is, and some set in a box for Sharpe to carry.]

Good. I don't know that we've the arms for anything else.

[greenjacketed]

...I can take the bag too, eh.

[ this argued as he reaches for the box. ]

[fleurdesel]

If you must, I won't stop you.

[She's even so polite as to offer the bag proper if he feels it truly necessary.]

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[ he grips the bag and hugs the box and gives her a curt nod. ] I must. You're doing enough as it is, Adele.

[ and now he takes the lead -- expecting her to follow behind as he heads for the door. ]

[fleurdesel]

...it's not every day a Frenchwoman has leave to teach an Englishman to cook.

[She offers a faint smile and falls in step behind without further comment or question.]

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...I know how to cook the food I catch -- [ he argues. really, just for the sake of it. ] Just not how to make it fancy-like. It's not as though I eat my game raw.

[fleurdesel]

Do you season what you catch? [It's an easy argument. Almost comfortable, even.]

[greenjacketed]

Unintentionally. [ he smiles, beating a path for his building. ] With gunpowder.

[fleurdesel]

Perhaps it'll spare you illness in the future much as it did your compatriot.

[greenjacketed]

Perhaps. I don't much get ill, anyway. Lucky, me.

[fleurdesel]

That is quite fortunate.

[She huffs a soft laugh, glad for the day's distraction.]

[greenjacketed]

[ he turns them down a path. ]

Except -- [ he allows ] -- the month I first got here, eh? Frightfully inconvenient, that.

[ but of course a man would get sick as a dog upon suddenly finding himself in a village full of...others. different worlds and different times. and different illnesses his immune system had never met before. not that sharpe understood this science. ]

[fleurdesel]

I'm somewhat surprised that does not happen more often. With so many people from so many different worlds and time periods and the illnesses they carry. I'm surprised no one's caught something they've no resistance for and died of it as of yet. We've all been remarkably fortunate in that respect.

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We have? [ he asks, not pretending to comprehend. ] Do you think those Malnosso bastards have anything to do with it?