::Closed RP for A and River::

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It was impossible for A to miss the turn of seasons, with all the work he did outdoors in his garden. Impossible to miss the cool turn the weather had taken. It was a little sad to see summer go, but there was beauty in colder weather as well.

But some things required warmth, and there was just barely enough. Thus, the owl.


River,

Would you like to have a last picnic in the garden before it gets too cold? It is nice out today, just a little windy. I will bring the cats unless you would prefer a catless picnic. Let me know if you would like that.

A

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She laughed, tossing her head back, full of joy. "Oh, you are quite good at making me happy without having to do anything at all," she told him, quite sincerely. "You are A. A is happiness."

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"I learned it from the cats," he said promptly, with a faint grin. It wasn't entirely false, after all. L had given them to him to show him how to play and rest, and the sort of simple contentment cats excel at. He took her hand lightly, tracing letters into her palm with his thumb. A loves River.

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River flushed, smiling and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "The reverse is true as well. We're perfect math."

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A pondered the analogy. "More like gardening than math, I think," he said. "Math is structured and set in its ways. Gardens are alive and grow and change and sometimes make beautiful things you don't expect."

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"Ah," she held up a finger, her grin not fading even the slightest. "But math is like a garden. It has its roots, its ways, but there is always more to discover. And yet simple. The perfect equation for love is one and one. You, and me."

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"I like that math," he said warmly, catching her hand in both of his. Pulling it to his face, he kissed her palm. "And we can prove that equation over and over, in many ways."

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"I look forward to it," she said, leaning so that their foreheads touched. She could feel the love in his thoughts when she did that; it was wonderful. She laughed, then. "For now, though, our food is getting cold, and the smell is driving me crazier."

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Grinning, he brought out the flask of stew and their bowls.

"It's lamb stew," he said, "flavored with rosemary, with lots of potatoes and carrots."

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Ah, the smell was heavenly. A brief thought occurred to her: Why was it that small, cute things always tasted so delicious? She decided not to approach this subject out loud and accepted her bowl with thanks. "We eat better than kings and queens," she said, as if it was the truest thing in the world. Which, to her, it was.

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"Kings and queens don't get to have quiet picnic with cats, I think," he said, slicing the still-warm (thanks to a convenient spell) bread. "And kings and queens do not have the goodness that is River and A enjoying a meal together. So of course they do not eat as well as us."