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[img]https://s12.postimg.org/v4ysdqh4d/Regency_Chloe_13.gif[/img][hr][color=ff6600]Location:[/color] Teriny Inn[/center][hr][hr]Maeve laughed politely and earnestly, enjoying the mental image of the parson fuddling about from the day of his birth onwards. Perhaps he had never really learned how to walk, Maeve mused--but who could blame him? He was a Protestant, after all, and heaven knows they know nearly nothing about [i]anything[/i] of real importance. 

[color=ff6600]"Seems a miracle yer man 'asn't gone and lost a leg like this,"[/color] Maeve chuckled, noticing that the parson had [i]finally[/i] gotten his feet under control. He'd be rotten in a boat, she surmised, trying to hold back laughter as she imagined him trying to get his sea legs, when he could hardly walk on land. 

Maeve smiled pleasantly at the prospect of a meal for the evening. The conditions on the boat had been...Well, a meal and a strong drink would be incredibly welcome. It might have been cliché and expected for an Irish woman, but she loved a good whiskey. She tried to keep herself from joining in with Nigel at laughing at Calum. It would be improper, of course, for her to share a room with the parson, and while she did not enjoy the idea either, the embarrassment on his face was most amusing. 

For a moment, Maeve pondered as to whether or not Nigel was actively attempting to find a bride for the parson. First asking if he had tied the knot, now sticking them in a shared room, potentially? Yet she could not long entertain the notion of marrying such a righteous and godly man, a protestant nonetheless, without feeling disgust. 

[color=ff6600]"You'll be playin' Joseph withoyt a Mary, Parson,"[/color] Maeve quipped. It hardly seemed safe to her, to sleep out in the barn--but the parson could do with himself what he would. She hardly cared, as long as she was rewarded handsomely for her future efforts.