"I am not!" Martha said, putting on her best innocent face. (She loved the man, she really did, but he could be a bit...weird sometimes.)
She rummaged inside her coat for a moment and pulled out a suspiciously heavy tin wrapped in a lumpy piece of knitting (which she was pretty certain was a scarf, as her mum hadn't learnt how to do anything other than straight lines yet). "Here you go!" Hopefully the rum would distract him from her shiftiness.
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Date: 2009-12-19 08:17 pm (UTC)She rummaged inside her coat for a moment and pulled out a suspiciously heavy tin wrapped in a lumpy piece of knitting (which she was pretty certain was a scarf, as her mum hadn't learnt how to do anything other than straight lines yet). "Here you go!" Hopefully the rum would distract him from her shiftiness.