It was a quiet night for you both, not having much to do was almost rare for the two of you lately. With Arthur being busy with his gang & you with traveling for your career, the two of you being home at the same time was almost rare lately.

The two of you owned a small cabin just outside of camp that Arthur had built with the help of Charles, Javier, Uncle (though he just ‘helped’ by talking all your ears off), you, & John whenever he could offer help.

It was a Sunday night, & the two of you just finished a lovely dinner that you had cooked together. It was your turn doing the dishes that night, since the two of you often shared the chore, but since Arthur had cooked most of the dinner, you had offered to clean the dishes while he reset the table.

Of course the dishes took longer than the table did, so as you did the dishes, Arthur was sitting at the table, writing in his journal. Whatever he was writing in it, had him focused.

He did this thing, whenever he was focused on something, he would furrow his eyebrows, & sometimes stick out his tongue a little. You found it adorable, he found it embarrassing. You knew he was in deep thought whenever he did that. He mustve been writing about the gang or Dutch, whatever it was, it had him locked into his writing.

But, since your back was turned to him, you didn’t realize that he was not listening to you completely as you told him a story about your recent travels. He would let out a soft ‘mmhm’s & ‘that’s nice, darlin’ every once in a while, but when he said it about something you said that was crazy, you finally looked back.

You cleared your throat, then said something completely outlandish to him, even for you. That finally caught his attention as he looked up at you, like a deer in headlights.

“Repeat that?”