so full of this adventure;

[fantasies]

Who: Henry and YOU
What: INVESTIGATION
When: Sometime this afternoon
Where: Out in the castle courtyard
Rating: pg for fairytale nonsense

[Henry is doing research.

Between all he castle's changes and Arya's loss, he hasn't had a lot of time to do it. But today he's doing it out in one of the castle courtyards, because the library was stuffy, and the pup Robb gave him was antsy. He has books all around him, and a journal separate from the castle's open in his lap, where he's taking painstaking notes. August wanted to rewrite his book, the book the castle took from him, and he's going to make sure it's as complete as possible.

However, a disproportionate number of the books are open to 'Rumpelstiltskin.'

Henry's wolfdog pup, still full of energy, is running about around him, pawing at dirt and sticking his nose into bushes (and occasionally Henry's lap). But he never wanders too far away from Henry himself.

He comes close to nudge Henry's shoulder with his nose, and Henry reaches up to pat his head.]

Don't worry, boy, I'm almost done. We can race after.

Comments

[infanta]

Are they good?

[fantasies]

Most of them. But you're lucky, because I know which ones are the really good ones.

[infanta]

Like what?

[fantasies]

How about...

[He reaches out over the books, nudging away all the ones that are open to Rumpelstiltskin. He doesn't know that story. Not really. He's learned that now.

Plus, he has to be careful, if Arya's reactions to his stories when she's older are anything to go by.]

Oh! Okay, how about this one. Peter Pan?

[infanta]

Are there battles?

[fantasies]

I'm not gonna spoil it for you.

[yes]

[infanta]

[ she glares at him. boy, you better deliver. ]

[fantasies]

[He laughs. Her deathglare is a lot less scary scaled down.]

Don't worry, you'll like it. Trust me.

[infanta]

Are you going to start it any time soon?

[fantasies]

Okay, okay, here. [He scoots slightly, patting the seat next to him.] Sit down.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Peter Pan. And he never, ever wanted to grow up.

[infanta]

[ she sits to listen—and promptly makes a face. ]

That's stupid. Why wouldn't anyone want to grow up?

[fantasies]

Come on, you wanted me to tell the story. You gotta listen.

[infanta]

[ muttered under her breath: ] He's still stupid.

[ go on. ]