Percival has just gotten off his guard shift, so he arrives in the received location in his blacks. Somehow, he hadn't taken Richie for someone to be into tinkering, but then again, he's not sure what he would have taken Richie for.
By the time he finds him, whatever he's occupied in, Percival has obviously taken Richie's recognition of the dish to heart. Not only does he arrive with the one he sent a photo of, but stacked on top it are threemorevarieties he picked up. Maybe there will be a winner among the three of them.
In his other hand, in a bag slung over his wrist, is a six-pack of some sort of stout. So at least there's something for Richie (and Kabby's) suffering. ]
I don't think that establishment gets much business [ because it's fucking aspic ], so I decided to do them a favor and buy a few others.
[Fixing things turns out to be helping with the general repairs in Olympia. His construction experience may be minimal, but there's need for hands in every department and desperation has led to more hired hands than experts. Turns out that as long as you leave the bulk of the planning to the pros you could pass off a hammer and nails to most anyone and put them right to the chop.
He's whipping off leathery work gloves once he sees the ever immaculate Percival (what a name), except this time he's dressed as a local watch dog. Richie rises upright, leaving the beams and the tools behind as he hails the man down with an affable Southern gent's barrel-chested bellow.]
Well, Ah do declare! Our boy here has gone and made a name for himself with the lahng ahrm of the law! Yessir, he's gone done us all mighty proud!
[And now he (and also I, a human woman behind a keyboard, which is still not distance enough) must reckon with the queasy quartet Percy's deemed fit to haul in. Richie pulls a face.]
...You planning on finishing these off in one swoop?
[That's a lot of gelatin, pal. Richie fishes in his pockets for the promised silver.] How much was the beer?
[ Come to think of it, Percival hasn't made much of a point of wandering into this particular part of Olympia very often. He had no talent to speak of when it came to these things, and little need to have anything commissioned as of late (and he probably doesn't have the money to anyway). He is curious, however, and looks around at the various tools and half-finished project before that awful sing-song voice draws his attention.
Really? Richie is always the picture of maturity. He'd cross his arms if he could, but then he'd drop the presents. ]
Are you making a mockery of me? Someone has to protect the city while you tinker away at... whatever you're doing.
[ He sets down the bag of stuff, handing Richie one of the beers and beginning to take out each of the dishes. ]
It's fine. I merely request your tasting company as payment.
The combination of gelatin with other types of food... it's such a simple idea, yet I've never encountered it before. [ I wonder why... ]
[you mean the part that needs rebuilding??? Callous, Perce, callous.]
What if I was perfectly sincere while being a Kentucky Colonel? I'm shy, Percy, affection don't come easy to a man. But if you want I'll make an exception...
[While Percy's hands are too preoccupied to show him a taste of his knuckles, Richie strides up and claps onto the younger man by the sides of his head. The Colonel has died, and in his place?] My son, you do me a great honor...in taking on the family business. Today, you become a man.
[Don Corleone. He plants the customary Italian one-two punch kiss on each cheek.] Molto bene...
[He withdraws and takes a box of aspic and the bag of beers, splitting the load.]
I don't know what to tell you, honestly. Don't go in expecting a religious experience, it, ah...went out of fashion for a reason.
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Percival has just gotten off his guard shift, so he arrives in the received location in his blacks. Somehow, he hadn't taken Richie for someone to be into tinkering, but then again, he's not sure what he would have taken Richie for.
By the time he finds him, whatever he's occupied in, Percival has obviously taken Richie's recognition of the dish to heart. Not only does he arrive with the one he sent a photo of, but stacked on top it are three more varieties he picked up. Maybe there will be a winner among the three of them.
In his other hand, in a bag slung over his wrist, is a six-pack of some sort of stout. So at least there's something for Richie (and Kabby's) suffering. ]
I don't think that establishment gets much business [ because it's fucking aspic ], so I decided to do them a favor and buy a few others.
you're making it very difficult
He's whipping off leathery work gloves once he sees the ever immaculate Percival (what a name), except this time he's dressed as a local watch dog. Richie rises upright, leaving the beams and the tools behind as he hails the man down with an affable Southern gent's barrel-chested bellow.]
Well, Ah do declare! Our boy here has gone and made a name for himself with the lahng ahrm of the law! Yessir, he's gone done us all mighty proud!
[And now he (and also I, a human woman behind a keyboard, which is still not distance enough) must reckon with the queasy quartet Percy's deemed fit to haul in. Richie pulls a face.]
...You planning on finishing these off in one swoop?
[That's a lot of gelatin, pal. Richie fishes in his pockets for the promised silver.] How much was the beer?
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Really? Richie is always the picture of maturity. He'd cross his arms if he could, but then he'd drop the presents. ]
Are you making a mockery of me? Someone has to protect the city while you tinker away at... whatever you're doing.
[ He sets down the bag of stuff, handing Richie one of the beers and beginning to take out each of the dishes. ]
It's fine. I merely request your tasting company as payment.
The combination of gelatin with other types of food... it's such a simple idea, yet I've never encountered it before. [ I wonder why... ]
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What if I was perfectly sincere while being a Kentucky Colonel? I'm shy, Percy, affection don't come easy to a man. But if you want I'll make an exception...
[While Percy's hands are too preoccupied to show him a taste of his knuckles, Richie strides up and claps onto the younger man by the sides of his head. The Colonel has died, and in his place?] My son, you do me a great honor...in taking on the family business. Today, you become a man.
[Don Corleone. He plants the customary Italian one-two punch kiss on each cheek.] Molto bene...
[He withdraws and takes a box of aspic and the bag of beers, splitting the load.]
I don't know what to tell you, honestly. Don't go in expecting a religious experience, it, ah...went out of fashion for a reason.