"Raise A Little Cain" 3/?

[nestar]

Dinner's over and Steve has a full tummy to work on now. Enjoy part three!

 

DG managed to hold it together while Az talked her through what had gone wrong. She held it together when the report came that the Fighter Guild was sheltering Glitch. She held it together when Cain pouted over that news. But she lost it at dinner.

When it wasn't a matter of state, dinner at the palace was a fairly normal affair. The Queen and Ahamo would sit at the ends of the table with DG, Az, Glitch, Cain, Raw and a few other higher up advisors, generals, staff members filling the spots in between. Around ten or so people at every meal. There would be talk and laughter, platters of food being passed around, a chance for everyone to relax.

But tonight Glitch's spot was empty and when DG sat down next to Cain she did a double take. Cain, mister kick-ass-and-take-names, mister big-tough-Tin-Man, was sitting on the O.Z. equivalent of a phone book.

DG tried, she really did. She pursed her lips. She bit the inside of her cheek. She pinched herself. But then out of the corner of her eye she saw Cain use both hands to pick up his water glass and she couldn't hold back the snort of laughter.

Beside her Cain straitened in his seat. On a phone book.

“You are so lucky I can't hold my gun right now.” Cain said in his high little boys voice. DG had both hands over her mouth and her whole body was shaking in laughter. The image of Cain with a toy gun chasing Indians came to her and she had to leave the table.

Part Four

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[magickboxgirl.livejournal.com]

LMAO

*dies*

Hand to walk away from computer was laughing so hard.