Beth walked in the door and was greeted by the smell of all purpose machine lubricant and cookies and she realized she was home. Granted, the house was far cry from the sleeping birth on The Winding Maiden, but it felt welcoming none the less. Nenway usually felt canned, too many people packed in to such a tight space. With everything regulated, it was rare something would come up and surprise her, but no government official could predict the combination of all purpose oil and cookies. Beth supposed many households in Tinkertown knew the euphoric bliss the smells brought. Perhaps it was that combination that spurred great inventive minds like her brother’s.
Abner and Elijah currently sat at the table, technical drawings and illegible notes littered before them. Every once in a while a hand would dart to a plate of cookies sitting on top of a stack of books.
“No, that won’t work, see the strap here he would interfere….” Anber was saying, running his finger along an arc on the drawing.
“What if we place the mechanism here and-” Elijah reached towards the diagram only to have his lover push the chocolate stained hand away.
“That could work, but I don’t have access to parts that small.” Abner took a bite of a cookie.
“Schina does, get them from her.” Supplied Elijah.
Beth reached over the duo and grabbed a cookie for herself, knocking into Elijah along the way.
“Hey, watch it!” The young man glared up at her in indignation.
"Airship pirate." Beth shrugged at him and took a bite of her prize.
Abner ignored the animosity building around him, “I can’t, Schina refuses to parcel post and after the last time we went to see her, I don’t think the Portal officer would let us….” His voice died as his eyes fell on his sister, her mouth full.
“What?” Crumbs spewed from her mouth, “Do I have chocolate on my face?”
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Date: 2008-11-09 05:36 am (UTC)Abner and Elijah currently sat at the table, technical drawings and illegible notes littered before them. Every once in a while a hand would dart to a plate of cookies sitting on top of a stack of books.
“No, that won’t work, see the strap here he would interfere….” Anber was saying, running his finger along an arc on the drawing.
“What if we place the mechanism here and-” Elijah reached towards the diagram only to have his lover push the chocolate stained hand away.
“That could work, but I don’t have access to parts that small.” Abner took a bite of a cookie.
“Schina does, get them from her.” Supplied Elijah.
Beth reached over the duo and grabbed a cookie for herself, knocking into Elijah along the way.
“Hey, watch it!” The young man glared up at her in indignation.
"Airship pirate." Beth shrugged at him and took a bite of her prize.
Abner ignored the animosity building around him, “I can’t, Schina refuses to parcel post and after the last time we went to see her, I don’t think the Portal officer would let us….” His voice died as his eyes fell on his sister, her mouth full.
“What?” Crumbs spewed from her mouth, “Do I have chocolate on my face?”