239/240 - morning

[notcalledlizzie]

It was the first weekend in Fandom for a while.

So, Elizabeth figured that she was allowed to take it easy.

Her homework was done; although that wasn't hard as she'd lost two classes in the past two weeks. She was very glad that she'd picked up Western Lit to keep her timetable from being too sparse.

So, she had a box of chocolates open, she had a good book and she had Madonna playing. Really, what more did she need?

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[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth giggled. "I'm sure he'd appreciate hearing that," she said.

"When it was done they all cuddled in underneath. It was a very small bower - just big enough to hold them, and the baskets, and the kitten. I don't think there would have been room for anybody else, not even another kitten. Katy, who sat in the middle, untied and lifted the lid of the largest basket, while all the rest peeped eagerly to see what was inside.

First came a great many ginger cakes. These were carefully laid on the grass to keep till wanted: buttered biscuit came next--three apiece, with slices of cold lamb laid in between; and last of all were a dozen hard-boiled eggs, and a layer of thick bread and butter sandwiched with corn-beef. Aunt Izzie had put up lunches for Paradise before, you see, and knew pretty well what to expect in the way of appetite.

Oh, how good everything tasted in that bower, with the fresh wind rustling the poplar leaves, sunshine and sweet wood-smells about them, and birds singing overhead! No grown-up dinner party ever had half so much fun. Each mouthful was a pleasure; and when the last crumb had vanished, Katy produced the second basket, and there, oh, delightful surprise! were seven little pies--molasses pies, baked in saucers - each with a brown top and crisp candified edge, which tasted like toffy and lemon-peel, and all sorts of good things mixed up together."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I'm getting hungry," Cameron whined.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, and offered him a chocolate. "Here. I've no idea what else we've got in the fridge.

There was a general shout. Even demure Cecy was pleased, and Dorry and John kicked their heels on the ground in a tumult of joy. Seven pairs of hands were held out at once toward the basket; seven sets of teeth went to work without a moment's delay. In an incredibly short time every vestige of the pie had disappeared, and a blissful stickiness pervaded the party.

"What shall we do now?" asked Clover, while little Phil tipped the baskets upside down, as if to make sure there was nothing left that could possibly be eaten.

"I don't know," replied Katy, dreamily. She had left her seat, and was half-sitting, half-lying on the low, crooked bough of a butternut tree, which hung almost over the children's heads.

"Let's play we're grown up," said Cecy, "and tell what we mean to do."

"Well," said Clover, "you begin. What do you mean to do?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron munches on the cookie and looks thoughtful at Liz. "So you're going to be president when you grow up?"


((I've been meaning to ask you. Sheppard might have made a slip up last weekend that made him suspicious about Liz. Do you mind having Cam asking her about it or do you want me to ignore it as we really hadn't planned him finding out yet?))

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth laid the book down on her lap. "I honestly don't know," she replied. "Do you think I'd make a good one?"

((He can ask about it and I'll play it by ear... she's already spilled to CJ this week, bless her *g*))

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Sure, I'd vote for you." Cameron frowned. "Unless you're more leaning towards the military."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Aw, thanks hon," she grinned.

"Military? Oh God, no, never. Not me. Ever."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I did here," he said with a grin, but then frowns. "It's just that... Sheppard mentioned something and it..."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth's face dropped, and she suddenly looked much older than her 16 years.

"What did Sheppard say?" she asked, calmly.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Just that he might have talked about his own military past in Ethics class and that you'd get mad if you found out," Cameron winced a bit. "It made me wonder..." he trailed off and motioned to the room around him.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"He talked about..." Her voice and eyes were hard. "I am going to kill him."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron winced. "Sorry. I didn't ask more, it's er... it's up to you what you tell people."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"The fact that he spoke of it in ethics class, and then told you that he spoke of it! Seriously, does the word "classified" not mean anything to him?! I'm going to kill him. Or if not kill him, make sure that he's never going to be able to reproduce," Elizabeth ranted, showing no sign that she even heard Cameron.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron blinked and decided letting Liz just rant might be a better idea.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I mean, it's not exactly the most complicated principle ever invented. Don't tell anyone. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. Him."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"No, it isn't." Cameron tried to reassure her.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She looked across at him, visibly deflating. "I'm sorry, Cam. I didn't mean to go off on you like that."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He shrugged. "It's alright, it's classified. I'm starting to get to know what it means."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, and you'd probably keep it classified too," she said, falling back on her bed, sighing.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I try," he said gently and looked at her. He was curious, but he didn't want to push her either.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

She looked across at him, sighing again. "You've got questions, haven't you." It wasn't a question.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron nodded and gave her a wry smile. "You don't have to tell me anything."

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"I'd love to answer them, but I can't," she replies, with a small smile. "Thank you for understanding though."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron nodded and gave her a smile back. "Sure," he said as he sat up.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

"So..." Elizabeth began. "Back to the book? Or are we going to talk about my future presidency?"