[She'll come to learn that her mother is far scarier than any giant Scot. Jamie might be on the stairs, but Claire's not listening to his request for her to stay put and is on the landing, outer layer tossed on for modesty's sake. Not that she isn't making a scene the moment she sets eyes on Bree.]
Brianna, what on earth were you thinking? Going out without a word!
[Like she's a teenager that snuck out to the cinema.]
[Jamie's about to open his mouth to say something when Claire cuts him off. Well, then. He's not really sure where he is in this--he wasn't there to raise Bree, and he's just met her, not even a full day ago. It's not his place, is it? Willie, he had no issue in lecturing and teaching the ways of things because he had no one else. Bree has Claire, and he's a little alarmed at her anger. Yes, she's frightened, but yelling at the girl in the hall isn't helping anyone.]
Aye, ye scairt us half to death. We dinna think we'd wake to ye gone, ye ken.
[He presses himself to the railing, making room for Bree to go up into the jaws of the lion. Though if there's a quarrel about to happen, he might just leap over and save himself.]
[Jamie's trying to help. So is Bree, in her way, and Claire knows she shouldn't be shouting in a public place like this, especially in front of Jamie. No need to embarrass the girl.
Just--God, she was scared. How are they going to manage the outside world?
Taking a breath, Claire steps away to open the door for Bree.]
[He might have been told about Bree's stubbornness, but he can actually see a flash of everything Fraser, himself, and Claire in this moment. Not frightened by her mother's anger, not deterred.
It shouldn't make him smile. He looks away so that Claire doesn't see it and scalp his arse for it.
Crises averted, he makes his way up the stairs and touches Claire's back as she goes into the room.]
Everyone is fine, Sassenach. And I dinna know about you, but I'm starved.
[ Bree walks past her mother, not even bothering to look scolded, head still held high. Putting down the tray, she crosses her arms over her chest and then looks a little smug to her that Jamie is hungry and she did the right thing. When she looks at her mother again, it's with an arched eyebrow that clearly says see? ]
Luckily, being twenty years old, working my way to a kitchen and asking for food wasn't too hard.
[Jamie, wise man that he is, decides to keep quiet. He busies himself by pulling the plates off the tray and setting them on the table, though he does lift his brows. Well, he's not about to disagree with Claire, but he knows it's better to keep his head in the sand lest it be bitten off by either woman.]
Twenty-year-olds are married with four kids by the time they're twenty, here. I just got breakfast. And I figured out my clothes by myself, by the way. I'm trying to figure out what my life is going to be here, and I have to be able to get food on my own at least.
[ She thinks she's making a very good point, and actually looks at Jamie for support. ]
[Jamie grins, briefly, but makes sure to stuff some food into his mouth as he sits in case Claire happens to glance over.]
Well, I thought ye'd might like to see the printshop, lassie, if that might be of interest to ye. We're likely to find Fergus there, and wee Ian. [Upon Claire's sudden look over, he nods.] A cousin of yours. Young Ian Murray, he's been... working wi' me, for a time, but I reckon it's time to get him back to his mother.
[He shifts slightly. Oh, she'll kill him for letting the boy hang around again, but hopefully the arrival of Claire and Brianna spare him. Though that might land him a quick death, too.]
Fergus can give ye that walk around the city while Claire and I secure horses for the ride to Lallybroch. If that sounds fair to the both of ye.
One of Jenny and Ian's children are here? [Claire clarifies as she comes to join them at the table, dressed and hair pulled back.] You should have told me before, I would have loved to meet him earlier.
[Though she supposes it would have been a lot, and it's easier to explain things to Fergus, who knows her.]
[ She says that quickly, not wanting either of them to change their mind. ]
And I don't mind spending the morning with Fergus, you two can have some more time alone.
[ Maybe she'll have her own room at Lallybroch, so they can actually sleep in the same bed, though to not think too much about that so she lets her mind wander to what her apparent adopted brother is like. ]
[Time alone. What a novel idea, and he carefully keeps his expression neutral. Oh, he wants time alone with Claire, but he's not eager to leave Bree.]
I trust him wi' ye. He'll show you what there is to see, and keep ye safe. I'd just be careful what ye decide to share with him--Claire told him about America. Just... perhaps leave the time travel part out of it for now, aye?
Right. You can tell him... everything but that, really. Leave out technology and anything like television, but he's never been to America. You can tell him about your schooling, and growing up there, and that... it took me some time to tell you about Jamie properly.
[Oh, she does remember. She's still a little sore from earlier, but she does give Bree a small smile.]
I'd hope not. Fergus takes his duties very seriously--or at least he did, before. He never wanted to disappoint Jamie. He'll take being your escort as his life's mission.
Well, you're a little past the age where it'd be acceptable for you to wear your hair loose in public. I'll show you how to pin it properly, but it will take some practice.
[Just like when she was a child and Claire would help tie her hair up--of course, Bree always favored her hair loose. Another thing to adjust to here for her.]
At home, around family, it's all right to wear it down. You'll figure it out.
People in the 18th century do realize it's just hair, right?
[ But she puts her hands up in a placating gesture, knowing better than to argue about something like her hair. It's not her mother's rule, she knows that, too. ]
If you show me a few more times, I think I'll be able to do it on my own, it's just the back that's hard.
[ When she finishes eating, she excuses herself to the washroom, and when she comes out again, her hair is down and she sits to brush it out as she looks at Jamie. ]
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Brianna, what on earth were you thinking? Going out without a word!
[Like she's a teenager that snuck out to the cinema.]
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Aye, ye scairt us half to death. We dinna think we'd wake to ye gone, ye ken.
[He presses himself to the railing, making room for Bree to go up into the jaws of the lion. Though if there's a quarrel about to happen, he might just leap over and save himself.]
But everyone's all right.
[A pointed look at Claire.]
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I wanted to do something nice for you. For both of you, so I got breakfast. Everything's fine, you don't have to shout.
[ She marches herself up the stairs and stands in front of Claire. ]
Bread, fruit, eggs, and something that looks like wallpaper paste in a bowl.
[ She's still hoping the fact that she got the food at all will help. ]
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Just--God, she was scared. How are they going to manage the outside world?
Taking a breath, Claire steps away to open the door for Bree.]
Inside.
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It shouldn't make him smile. He looks away so that Claire doesn't see it and scalp his arse for it.
Crises averted, he makes his way up the stairs and touches Claire's back as she goes into the room.]
Everyone is fine, Sassenach. And I dinna know about you, but I'm starved.
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Luckily, being twenty years old, working my way to a kitchen and asking for food wasn't too hard.
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[Claire is still very much not pleased, but she's moving to the other side of the room to actually dress properly. Might as well, since she's up.]
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[ She thinks she's making a very good point, and actually looks at Jamie for support. ]
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Well, lass, most your age are married by now. It's not proper for an unmarried woman to be wanderin' without an escort.
[He motions to the table.]
But no harm done aside from a wee fright. And now we've got a meal, aye Claire?
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[Don't make Claire think about Bree getting married here, Jamie. She sighs, fishing a pin out of her hair that had come loose during the night.]
I'll sit after I'm dressed. Go on.
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[ Now she knows, and she sits, looking at Jamie with a small, hidden smile before taking some fruit and cheese for herself. ]
Are we going anywhere today? Myself, fully escorted, of course.
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Well, I thought ye'd might like to see the printshop, lassie, if that might be of interest to ye. We're likely to find Fergus there, and wee Ian. [Upon Claire's sudden look over, he nods.] A cousin of yours. Young Ian Murray, he's been... working wi' me, for a time, but I reckon it's time to get him back to his mother.
[He shifts slightly. Oh, she'll kill him for letting the boy hang around again, but hopefully the arrival of Claire and Brianna spare him. Though that might land him a quick death, too.]
Fergus can give ye that walk around the city while Claire and I secure horses for the ride to Lallybroch. If that sounds fair to the both of ye.
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[Though she supposes it would have been a lot, and it's easier to explain things to Fergus, who knows her.]
It sounds like a plan to me, then.
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[ She says that quickly, not wanting either of them to change their mind. ]
And I don't mind spending the morning with Fergus, you two can have some more time alone.
[ Maybe she'll have her own room at Lallybroch, so they can actually sleep in the same bed, though to not think too much about that so she lets her mind wander to what her apparent adopted brother is like. ]
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I trust him wi' ye. He'll show you what there is to see, and keep ye safe. I'd just be careful what ye decide to share with him--Claire told him about America. Just... perhaps leave the time travel part out of it for now, aye?
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Right. You can tell him... everything but that, really. Leave out technology and anything like television, but he's never been to America. You can tell him about your schooling, and growing up there, and that... it took me some time to tell you about Jamie properly.
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[ She actually isn't flippant about it, nodding in understanding. ]
We could meet you back at the print shop when we're done, or here. And I promise I won't wander off or go anywhere without Fergus.
[ Bree figures it should be said, just to reassure them both after this morning. ]
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[He looks to Claire. She'll remember him and his dramatics.]
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I'd hope not. Fergus takes his duties very seriously--or at least he did, before. He never wanted to disappoint Jamie. He'll take being your escort as his life's mission.
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I just need to pin up my hair again before we leave, it's coming loose. It's always coming loose.
[ Then, she pauses. ]
Unless pinning isn't actually required?
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[Just like when she was a child and Claire would help tie her hair up--of course, Bree always favored her hair loose. Another thing to adjust to here for her.]
At home, around family, it's all right to wear it down. You'll figure it out.
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People in the 18th century do realize it's just hair, right?
[ But she puts her hands up in a placating gesture, knowing better than to argue about something like her hair. It's not her mother's rule, she knows that, too. ]
If you show me a few more times, I think I'll be able to do it on my own, it's just the back that's hard.
[ When she finishes eating, she excuses herself to the washroom, and when she comes out again, her hair is down and she sits to brush it out as she looks at Jamie. ]
Will I have my own horse to ride to Lallybroch?
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Aye, unless ye'd prefer to ride with me or ye mother.
[He doubts that.]
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