Edmund's instincts were right. Al knew more than he was willing to tell...and that knowledge could be critical. He watched the ghosts of memories shift across Al's face. Too painful to share? Or was he afraid Edmund wouldn't believe him?
Ask Kala. But he was asking Al. He parted his lips to say as much, when something made him question why Al would have singled her out for the tale. She knew something too. He had never pressed her for the details, assuming she was as repentant of that time as he was. Maybe...maybe now was the time to do so.
Slowly, Edmund nodded. "I will ask her. Though I am more curious to know what you remember."
He wouldn't push for it, only catch Al by the wrist and open the door to the kitchen. "Come, let's get you some dinner."
It was warm and cozy in the dark, deserted kitchen, a fire banked on the hearth, and plenty of goodies covered with cloths, wrapped in paper, or buried in the ice chest. Edmund scrounged up some cold pieces of roast chicken and broccoli, bread baked fresh that night, and thick slices of buttery cheese, with ripe pears and candied walnuts for dessert. They perched on the butcher block table in the kitchen and dug in to their impromptu feast. Good company, Edmund reflected with satisfaction, was the best sauce.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2018-07-20 04:44 am (UTC)Ask Kala. But he was asking Al. He parted his lips to say as much, when something made him question why Al would have singled her out for the tale. She knew something too. He had never pressed her for the details, assuming she was as repentant of that time as he was. Maybe...maybe now was the time to do so.
Slowly, Edmund nodded. "I will ask her. Though I am more curious to know what you remember."
He wouldn't push for it, only catch Al by the wrist and open the door to the kitchen. "Come, let's get you some dinner."
It was warm and cozy in the dark, deserted kitchen, a fire banked on the hearth, and plenty of goodies covered with cloths, wrapped in paper, or buried in the ice chest. Edmund scrounged up some cold pieces of roast chicken and broccoli, bread baked fresh that night, and thick slices of buttery cheese, with ripe pears and candied walnuts for dessert. They perched on the butcher block table in the kitchen and dug in to their impromptu feast. Good company, Edmund reflected with satisfaction, was the best sauce.