Rhys and Rhea
The Ironwood Twins blinked simultaneously, the look of bemusement on their faces perfectly mirrored.
Rhea outlined her chin with her left thumb and forefinger, propping her left arm on her right as it held her side. She trained her eyes on her knees and thought very carefully on what Mr. Boshka had said. Rhea was certain she had heard him correctly, based upon the others' reactions. It seemed far-fetched, but at the same time somewhat possible. There were several reports of things that had happened around certain people, things that weren't easily explained by modern science. She thought over it for a few moments.
Rhys stared blankly at Mr. Boshka for a few moments, an eyebrow raising. Slowly, a smirk formed on his face before widening into a grin. It seemed he wasn't the only one "on holiday."
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"Excellent well. You sir...are a fishmonger." Rhys said amusedly.
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"Brevity is the soul of wit, Rhys." Rhea chided, giving Rhys a very unamused look.
Rhys shrugged and returned his attention to Mr. Boshka.
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"To be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand." He continued, apparently testing the man.
It always seemed that Rhys quoted Shakespeare when he was either in an extreme mood, or up to something.
(( *The lines with asteriks are all quotes from
Hamlet. ))
"Actually, no. They say it was the fleas on the rats that started the plague, and because people were going through a witch hunt in those days, they killed the cats who normally hunted and killed the rats in turn. No cats, more rats, and a crapload of disease-ridden fleas. Right?" Valeria turned back to Mr. Boshka, her legs swinging from her perch on the table.
