Darling things, aren't they? Till they try and eat your trousers, at least.
[Entering the barn is one of the most English of Englishmen, carrying a rake with a shiny new handle.
Arthur's dressed in the local fashion, save for his thick rimmed Buddy Holly glasses and his neatly parted and styled hair. And he lacks that hearty air that most Solvunnites have, he's scrawny as a beanpole and at just over six feet, it's very noticeable. A nervous sort of energy radiates off of him.]
Don't mind me, I was dropping off a parcel and then Mrs. Dagfinn remembered I work for a carpenter and well...here we are, with one freshly repaired rake. Won't be a tick, just putting it away.
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[Entering the barn is one of the most English of Englishmen, carrying a rake with a shiny new handle.
Arthur's dressed in the local fashion, save for his thick rimmed Buddy Holly glasses and his neatly parted and styled hair. And he lacks that hearty air that most Solvunnites have, he's scrawny as a beanpole and at just over six feet, it's very noticeable. A nervous sort of energy radiates off of him.]
Don't mind me, I was dropping off a parcel and then Mrs. Dagfinn remembered I work for a carpenter and well...here we are, with one freshly repaired rake. Won't be a tick, just putting it away.