[ Bree smiles brightly at the idea of visiting Lallybroch, then ducks her head with a soft laugh before looking at Jamie, her eyebrow arched. ]
Are you still so accident prone? How many times has she patched you up anyway? Also, if it makes you feel better she's patched me up a lot, too. So many skinned knees.
... I dinna think I should answer that. [He says with a grin, stuffing more food into his mouth as he relaxes. Twenty years has left him with a few new scars, and God, he had wished Claire had been there to fix his hurts. The wound on his leg almost killed him after Culloden, and Fergus losing his hand had been terrifying. It all would have been easier with her there.
But then, a little more seriously:]
I lost count of how many times yer mother fixed my wee scratches, but she always did a good job of it.
[And he dares to reach out a hand to cover Claire's, the scars on his fingers lighter, but still there.]
[The touch makes Claire smile. She can feel the fingers are still stiff, but they move a little easier than they once did. Her hand turns in his to give it a brief squeeze before she speaks.]
I hope a printer doesn't get into brawls or shot as if he's getting paid for it.
[ It's so amazing to watch the two of them interact, and Bree gets so caught up in watching them that for a second she doesn't realize the conversation has lulled. But it's comfortable this time, and she smiles at both of them. ]
Once, I fell out of a tree mama told me not to climb, multiple times, and I fell out and broke my arm. But she made me feel so safe. I was afraid, but it was okay, I knew it would be somehow.
[ When she looks at Claire, her smile is warm. It's a memory she hasn't thought about in so long, but to have her there taking care of her meant everything. A part of her thinks no matter how much time passes, she'll always need her that way.
I dinna much listen to her either. Got me into trouble more than I'd like to admit, but she fixed it up, always. Though she wasn't always gentle wi' it.
[Just like now, when she pinches his hand and he pulls it away with a smile and a soft ouch. He remembers how angry she could be when he got stabbed or got himself stepped on by a horse, or something like that. Sometimes she wasn't all that gentle but she made sure he lived.]
[Claire's moved, but she's quickly distracted by Jamie's comment. So, he gets pinched.]
The both of you'd better listen, now. I've less patience these days. [Not true.] No skinned knees, no broken arms, broken toes, or anything that makes my blood pressure go up.
[ Bree's laughter is loud and bright at the kick, and it's so genuine, a moment between a daughter and her parents being ridiculous as she tears off a piece of bread. And from there, information pours out of her. She tells him about the horse riding of course, about being so unsure about school and what she wanted to do or be. About her imaginary friend as a five-year-old, going on trips, how much she loves bunnies and always wanted one, and about going to the beach. It's so easy once she gets going and she very carefully omits Frank. It's hard, but she doesn't want to make the lightness leave either of their faces. ]
[Bree has Jamie's entire attention. The food and drink is forgotten as he takes in every word, every expression. He's an active listener, making little noises here and there, nodding, and asking questions when she might mention something he doesn't understand. He knows there will be a lot of that.
He tells her some of himself. Of his studies in Paris, of when his father taught him to ride, of getting into trouble with his mother, of getting lost in the woods and Jenny scolding him worse than their parents.]
[Claire could interject with her own commentary but for once, doesn't. She's happy to let Bree and Jamie talk. Catch up on lives that never got a chance to cross before now. It's everything she's wanted. It makes so much of the pain and suffering simply not matter in this moment.
A bit younger than ye are now. Sixteen? [A small shrug.] My father insisted I get a proper education, ye ken. Learn to be a man, and a man knew his Latin, Greek, so on and so forth.
[He can't guess at her getting any ideas. She's just gotten here, after all.]
[ Brianna makes a disappointed face and sits back in her chair. ]
I can't believe at sixteen you went to a totally different place to study, all on your own.
[ She sounds a little wistful at the idea. She's not going to be doing any traveling soon, probably. She can't imagine how long it would take to get to Paris from here, no thanks. ]
Well, if there are things to learn here, maybe you could get Fergus to show me around Edinburgh at least. I can get to know my new home one city at a time.
[Jamie's not big on the idea of Bree going anywhere, especially by herself. But when she mentions touring the area, well, he's much more at ease with that.
And it might give him and Claire a moment.]
Aye. We can see if he's willing, after introducing ye.
[And a stern word from Jamie to behave. He knows how Fergus is around pretty girls.]
Do you need to tell anyone? We've sort of taken you away from your entire evening.
[ Though she has no regrets for bogarting his time. She does know she has to let her mother have her time to tell him everything she wants. She figures that will wait until they're alone at some point. ]
[Fergus and young Ian would be wondering where he was, if they needed him in the late hours of the night or early morning, expecting him to be at the brothel. If there was an emergency--ah, hell. He can't in good conscience disappear on the boys like that.
Slowly, he nods.]
I should go leave word of where I'll be in case I'm needed. I can go get us that room, and then it's only a quick stroll from here. I can be back within the hour.
[He looks like a dog about to be put out in the rain. He doesn't want to go.]
[As much as Jamie would like some time alone with Claire, to probably break down again and cry about how Brianna is everything is could have imagined, he's hesitant. Not just for leaving Brianna alone, but to take Claire to where he's been staying.]
Ah, no, it's all right. It's getting late and ye mother and ye should be getting into bed.
[Jamie stands.]
I'll go see what they can find us. Back in a moment.
When this all stops being so new, it'll be okay. I think.
[ They can't possibly always be together all the time, so one of them is going to have to convince the other at some point. But now isn't that time, and Bree starts helping to clean up the dishes and food. ]
I didn't think I should mention daddy in any of my stories. Do you think that was the right thing to do?
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Are you still so accident prone? How many times has she patched you up anyway? Also, if it makes you feel better she's patched me up a lot, too. So many skinned knees.
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But then, a little more seriously:]
I lost count of how many times yer mother fixed my wee scratches, but she always did a good job of it.
[And he dares to reach out a hand to cover Claire's, the scars on his fingers lighter, but still there.]
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I hope a printer doesn't get into brawls or shot as if he's getting paid for it.
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Once, I fell out of a tree mama told me not to climb, multiple times, and I fell out and broke my arm. But she made me feel so safe. I was afraid, but it was okay, I knew it would be somehow.
[ When she looks at Claire, her smile is warm. It's a memory she hasn't thought about in so long, but to have her there taking care of her meant everything. A part of her thinks no matter how much time passes, she'll always need her that way.
Another (selfish) reason she wanted to come. ]
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[Just like now, when she pinches his hand and he pulls it away with a smile and a soft ouch. He remembers how angry she could be when he got stabbed or got himself stepped on by a horse, or something like that. Sometimes she wasn't all that gentle but she made sure he lived.]
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The both of you'd better listen, now. I've less patience these days. [Not true.] No skinned knees, no broken arms, broken toes, or anything that makes my blood pressure go up.
[Good luck.]
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I'll promise if he promises.
[ Now, she eyes Jamie, raising an eyebrow. ]
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He can only give a playful shrug of his shoulder. The man doesn't make empty promises.]
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Already a terrible influence.
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He tells her some of himself. Of his studies in Paris, of when his father taught him to ride, of getting into trouble with his mother, of getting lost in the woods and Jenny scolding him worse than their parents.]
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She listens, unable to stop smiling.]
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How old were you when you went to Paris all alone?
[ She's so intrigued, not getting any ideas at all, no, not her. ]
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[He can't guess at her getting any ideas. She's just gotten here, after all.]
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I hope you're not planning any overseas trips so soon, Bree. Maybe--one day, we can visit, but you're going to have plenty to learn here in Scotland.
[And Claire isn't keen on visiting Paris anytime soon.]
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I can't believe at sixteen you went to a totally different place to study, all on your own.
[ She sounds a little wistful at the idea. She's not going to be doing any traveling soon, probably. She can't imagine how long it would take to get to Paris from here, no thanks. ]
Well, if there are things to learn here, maybe you could get Fergus to show me around Edinburgh at least. I can get to know my new home one city at a time.
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And it might give him and Claire a moment.]
Aye. We can see if he's willing, after introducing ye.
[And a stern word from Jamie to behave. He knows how Fergus is around pretty girls.]
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Do you need to tell him where you are, Jamie?
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[ Though she has no regrets for bogarting his time. She does know she has to let her mother have her time to tell him everything she wants. She figures that will wait until they're alone at some point. ]
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Slowly, he nods.]
I should go leave word of where I'll be in case I'm needed. I can go get us that room, and then it's only a quick stroll from here. I can be back within the hour.
[He looks like a dog about to be put out in the rain. He doesn't want to go.]
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All right. We'll wait up for you. [She musters up a smile.] It'll take Bree about an hour to figure out how to get out of her dress.
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I'm sure it won't take an hour. But, mama, why don't you go with him? That way I can prove to you I can do it alone after we're in the new room.
[ Because now she's just determined. ]
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Ah, no, it's all right. It's getting late and ye mother and ye should be getting into bed.
[Jamie stands.]
I'll go see what they can find us. Back in a moment.
[And off he goes.]
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[Well, that was abrupt. Claire looks a little puzzled, and that look is turned towards Bree.]
He mustn't like the idea of you on your own here. He'll calm down. [Probably.]
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[ They can't possibly always be together all the time, so one of them is going to have to convince the other at some point. But now isn't that time, and Bree starts helping to clean up the dishes and food. ]
I didn't think I should mention daddy in any of my stories. Do you think that was the right thing to do?
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