The Letter -- open!

[Fae]

Molly lifted her fingers and touched his chin gently, instead of grabbing his neckerchief like she normally did. "Ouch.." she mumbled before giving him a smile at his comment. "Course ya have... they all go slack jawed an' wide eyed when they all go ta Medda's..."

[Pie]

Pie obligingly tilted his chin down to let her admire the bruise, letting out a little laugh. "Fair enough, but they don't exactly hang on her word like they do with you, Mol."

[Fae]

It made her smile that he actually let her check it with her fingers, "Everyone likes ta be entertained.... an'when ya can go away for awhile it's nice... get lost for awhile."

[Pie]

"Getting lost is nice every now and then," he agreed, though his particular brand of disappearing involved either a boxing match in the park or a few glasses down at the Hall.

[Fae]

"Can go away for awhile," she replied, edging up on her toes to get a better look at the bruise, before letting her hand fall away. "Because most stories have happy endings..."

[Pie]

"And we all know those only happen in stories," Pie answered with a smirk, pulling on her scarf, then stepped around her to go take a seat on the hearth by the fire, rubbing his hands together. During the fight, he'd been warm enough, but the long walk back made even the tip of his nose feel like ice.

[Fae]

She smiled a bit and moved over to sit next to him, clasping her hands in front of her."Not always true, " she replied. "Everyone has a story but-- only chapters end. Some are happy.. some not so, but I always felt like-- the hard things that we went through.. made all the good things that much better.."

[Pie]

Pie rested his arms on his knees, considering that. "Well, it seems like to me that when things are goin' bad, and you're tryin' to stay on top of it, things only ever get worse." He looked over at her sidelong, smirking. "But I'm not as optimistic as you, kid."

[Fae]

She grinned at him, "Thats why you need me." The response was out of her mouth before she could take it back, and she found-- she didn't want too. "Someone has to keep your spirits up, aye?"

[Pie]

Pie glanced over at her, then chuckled and nudged her with his elbow. "I guess so. You're doing a good job of it so far, so I'll keep you around."

[Fae]

"Oh yeah?" she asked, tugging her hair behind her ear. She'd braided her hair so that it wasn't flying free but stands got free despite her efforts. "... you'd miss me."

[Pie]

"I might, a little," he teased, then stretched a bit, wincing as more aches and bruises sang out in protest. "I need some distractin', Mol. Tell me a story."

[Fae]

Her eyes softened and she looked into the fire, she held out a hand. "What kind of story, Niko? Adventurer? Romance?" Her brow raised and she looked up at him.

[Pie]

He looked over at her thoughtfully. "A true story. Tell me your story, Molly -- that's gotta be a good one."

[Fae]

She raised a brow then looked over at him for a moment before she tugged her hair over her shoulder and looked into the fire. "... was born in Kildare, back in Ireland. Remember.. I had an older sister and brother... little brother was a babe I think.. I was small. About four... or five when the sickness came." She sighed as she thought back tilting her head. "First The babe got sick an' died... then Mum an Rosie next... then me and Tommy.." She set the scarf on her head as she thought, lost in the memories and the flames. "... Rosie died... then Mama... Da got sick next an' Gran came. Tommy died... Da got better... but then he passed away. Was just me left-- so Gran took me home with her."