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"You think Mr. Silva would show him what's what?" The idea was vaguely enchanting. "See, I'd surely give him sump'n sump'n Clorox wouldn't wash off, only I'm just a lady and I shouldn't dirty my hands on him anyway. He's just a little so-and-so. I'll make sure he never comes near you, that's for sure."

Cascati tried to think of good things to die for. It was a difficult list. "Drugs, sex and rock'n'roll?" he volunteered. The hat was put back on on his head, and once more he was the wildly homosexual cowboy of the west. "Maybe a little less of the rock'n'roll?"

"Nobody ever votes for the drugs or the rock'n'roll." Casca gave both adults one of his star-bright grins. "Glad to see you two in agreement, darlings, even if you're faintly the Odd Couple." Or more like Will and Grace.

"You get tired because you're little," Burgundia was saying with the affectionate superiority of a juvenile who hasn't been out of the blossom that much longer. "You'll get tired less when you grow a little, Ruby. 'Course, I guess then you'll have to figure out another way of getting cuddles. Probably by that time he'll give you cuddles anyway. You're so cute."

Burgundia shook her head, feeling the braids swing and hit her ears; she turned to smile at Soho, face lighting up, immediately searching out something that would be appropriately reflective. Thankfully, in-between all of the plastic things there was a metal serving spoon: she immediately stood to toddle over to it, peering into the convex side.

"Oh, just look! That's so pretty!" She shook her head again, watching them swing interestedly. "Oh, they're darlin'. I'm going to ask you to do this at least once a week. I love it. It's sure as sure cute." Soho was immediately enveloped in a divehug. "I'm so glad you're my sister!"

Cascati was dispassionately watching these antics, flopping down and propping himself up on his elbows to watch. "Dee? On a scale of one to ten, she's at least seven," he said. "And she rockets all the way up to eleven if you say 'God'. Pretty much mad as a hatter, darling. Seems to get on well with Soho, though."

"We will," Burgundia agreed stoutly. "We surely will. Oh - oh, I nearly forgot! I'm dumb as a box of hair."

In the little pocket at the side of the dress, she pulled out a tiny braided bracelet: it was made of embroidery floss in red, white and black. "Rose showed me how to make this," she said, very near shyly. "I made it for you. It's a friendship bracelet, you see. Also, it'll look real pretty on you, it's your colours."

"She's batshit," Casca was saying comfortably. "Believe me. B-A-T-S-H-I-T. She managed to go and smack Rurik in the face - although, all right, he's a little tit - in about five minutes of meeting him, shrieking her head off. And that accent is, my dears, driving me bananas."

Casca burst out laughing at that. "Like hell. She made her getaway after that, darling, believe me. Rurik hit her hard. She likes to pretend she's all ladylike and too sweet to hit things, but she's been going around muttering his name psychotically and smacking things with cold water. Drives my sweet Rose nuts. Pity," he said nostalgically after a while. "I was never that interested in spells. Oh, well. Maybe they'll kill each other. Le sigh; I can only hope."

"I'll keep it for-ever," Dee promised Soho gravely, and tucked it in her pocket. "My favourite colour's red, you know. And that's what my name means. Burgundia. Red."

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"I know, it's surely what I told Mr. Aleric the first time 'round we bumped into each other," Burgundia said smugly. She took Ruby's hands again in her own and squeezed them. "We match just neat and nice. I just love that. It means something. It's karma. I had a good feeling the moment I saw your bloom."

"I'm sure there's an anonymous help group for that," Casca yawned, stretching out on the picnic table: he still ached and the sun helped. "Nobody in the world would miss Rurik. He yells like a girl." Never mind that he had an attractive sister. "It's so convenient with feien. Just dump the gemstone somewhere and claim that you last saw him taking a fast train to New York."

Cascati shrugged his shoulders languidly. "I suppose he'll get himself commended to the earth eventually. I'm not too fussed." So long as any visits to Valsharess were Rurik-free, Rurik could do whatever the hell he wanted in Casca's book. He tipped his cowboy hat over his face. "Anyway, like I'd commit murder, sweetlings. I'm little and cute and a sweet little juvie. No?"

"Just so long as I have you, I don't need any other sisters," Burgundia said with almost hilarious seriousness. "We already have two real brothers - they haven't been transferred yet; Bassus and Boethius. But I guess I already like you best, Ruby. Will your papas let you visit sometime? My bondmate would like you real well, I surely do promise. So I can visit you half the time and you can visit me half the time, it'd be so fiii-iiiine."

Of course, so far Burgundia was the only sister Soho had ever had, but she still beamed and dimpled. "Why, I do. We knew each other back at the Fleet. I haven't seen them since I was transferred, though, so their memories might've been erased when they finally get their itty-bitty selves over here; but I'll surely introduce your ownself to them."

"Stop flirting," Casca was saying, face muffled by his hat. "I can't take it any more, darling, it just gets me too het up. Isn't his passion for me just so obvious, Aleric-honey?"

Wisely not waiting for an answer, he sat up, hat falling off as he squinted over at his sister. "Dee-dear, are you quite finished?"

Burgundia sniffed and shook her pigtails indignantly, which shivered down her back. "I'll have you know Ruby and I are most intimate bosom sisters and I'll never be quite finished as long as I ever live and it's most terribly rude to try to - "

Her brother cut off rising histrionics early on. "I'll take that as a yes, darling, say your goodbyes." He propped himself up on his elbows, voice lowering. "Sweet Rose always has us on a specific schedule. She thinks somebody will sit on Burgundia. Probably me, considering."