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[shelley_winters]

Shelley dries her hands on the tea towel after doing the washing up, then heads into the living room with a sigh. She has, she hates to admit, been putting this off all day.

She'd thought to tell him over dinner, but then all she could think about was the very many sharp knives they were surrounded with. No. Maybe later.

But now is later, and he needs to know.

Now.

Okay.

Slowly, she sits down on the sofa, and searches for a way to begin.

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Elan had been absorbed in his thoughts all day--his dilemma coming to fruition. He had not eaten as much of his supper as he might have liked as he was lost in his thoughts; however, he was in the mood for a game to take his mind off things.

Walking towards Shelley with the Scrabble box in hand, he smiled slightly. They played after supper often enough as it was often convenient to argue about words rather than who had kidnapped who.

"A game, perhaps?"