Twenty Three Frogs

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[The inside of Puddleglum’s shack doesn’t seem like it should be large enough to contain the spindly creature, but the Marsh-Wiggle seems completely content, all the same. A fire is burning in a rough hewn hearth, flames licking the base of a heavy black pot until the aroma of the cooking stew fills the small space.

Settled in a chair, long legs stretched out in front of him with his webbed feet bare, Puddle’s got his pipe between his lips. There’s no smoke… but for now he can taste the tobacco. A close second.

It serves no purpose, but he puffs on the pipe anyway, looking out the window at the thick drifts of snow. Narnian Christmas. There was no better place to be]

[ooc: Open for anyone wanting to spend time with a quiet Marsh-Wiggle. He might even be less depressing than usual. It is Christmas, after all.]

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[lovingguide.livejournal.com]

[There is a soft knock on the door from a red-haired woman in a sari, bare feet curling slightly on the snow.]

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[Getting up to his feet, he crosses the small distance to the door with a few long strides.

When he opens the door, his smile is as bright as a Marsh-Wiggle's smile could ever be.]

M'lady.

[stepping back] Come in, come in... You'll catch your death of cold, standing there like that.

[lovingguide.livejournal.com]

[Stepping inside, she looks around with a contentment in her eyes and reaches out to draw him into an embrace.]

I have missed you, Puddleglum.

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[he returns the hug awkwardly, the green of his cheeks deepening just a little] Well now... I'm hardly one to miss, my lady, but that's kind of you to say.

If there's any who should be missed, it would be you.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[Through that window he sees a very confused looking human wandering around in the snow.]

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[there's an amused huff... and then he'll stand, shuffling his way out of the shack and into the snow, heedless of the cold against his bare feet.

He'll wave a webbed hand to catch Jay's attention, shaking his head slightly]

Not that I'm one to say what you should or shouldn't do, but perhaps you'd rather come inside. It's not all that comfortable, I'm afraid... but better than freezing to death out here in the snow. Or so I'd imagine.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[grins when he sees his friend] Hey, man! [heads towards the door]

Good to see you, I was jus' tryin' to figure out where the hell I was.

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

You're in Narnia, of course. [a note of pride in his voice as he says it] No finer place to be.

Of course, in this weather, you've no doubt gone and made yourself sick, but there's nothing to be done for that now.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

C'mon, man. Don't worry 'bout me. It's Christmas! Or... do you even celebrate Christmas?

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[he looks scandalized at the question] Of course I celebrate Christmas! This isn't the Northern country.

[ushering Jay into the warmth of the shack]

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[holds his hands up in surrender] Hey, man, not everyone celebrates Christmas where I'm from, I was jus' makin' sure.

[follows him in, looking around] This yo home?

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

It is... hardly worth calling a home, I suppose. It's probably been worn down by the weather, what with me not being here to tend to it, after all. No doubt it'll be quite drafty before the night is through.

[it's humble enough, barebones and simple in design but, true to form, his promise of a draft is completely off. With the fire going, it's actually pretty cozy.]

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[smirks. He knows better than to correct Puddle's pessimistic predictions]

Hey, this ain't too bad. It's better than my first apartment, actually.

[lovingguide.livejournal.com]

[There is a soft knock on the door from a red-haired woman in a sari, bare feet curling slightly on the snow.]

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[Getting up to his feet, he crosses the small distance to the door with a few long strides.

When he opens the door, his smile is as bright as a Marsh-Wiggle's smile could ever be.]

M'lady.

[stepping back] Come in, come in... You'll catch your death of cold, standing there like that.

[lovingguide.livejournal.com]

[Stepping inside, she looks around with a contentment in her eyes and reaches out to draw him into an embrace.]

I have missed you, Puddleglum.

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[he returns the hug awkwardly, the green of his cheeks deepening just a little] Well now... I'm hardly one to miss, my lady, but that's kind of you to say.

If there's any who should be missed, it would be you.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[Through that window he sees a very confused looking human wandering around in the snow.]

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[there's an amused huff... and then he'll stand, shuffling his way out of the shack and into the snow, heedless of the cold against his bare feet.

He'll wave a webbed hand to catch Jay's attention, shaking his head slightly]

Not that I'm one to say what you should or shouldn't do, but perhaps you'd rather come inside. It's not all that comfortable, I'm afraid... but better than freezing to death out here in the snow. Or so I'd imagine.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[grins when he sees his friend] Hey, man! [heads towards the door]

Good to see you, I was jus' tryin' to figure out where the hell I was.

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

You're in Narnia, of course. [a note of pride in his voice as he says it] No finer place to be.

Of course, in this weather, you've no doubt gone and made yourself sick, but there's nothing to be done for that now.

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

C'mon, man. Don't worry 'bout me. It's Christmas! Or... do you even celebrate Christmas?

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[he looks scandalized at the question] Of course I celebrate Christmas! This isn't the Northern country.

[ushering Jay into the warmth of the shack]

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[holds his hands up in surrender] Hey, man, not everyone celebrates Christmas where I'm from, I was jus' makin' sure.

[follows him in, looking around] This yo home?

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

It is... hardly worth calling a home, I suppose. It's probably been worn down by the weather, what with me not being here to tend to it, after all. No doubt it'll be quite drafty before the night is through.

[it's humble enough, barebones and simple in design but, true to form, his promise of a draft is completely off. With the fire going, it's actually pretty cozy.]

[rainin-blk-ppl.livejournal.com]

[smirks. He knows better than to correct Puddle's pessimistic predictions]

Hey, this ain't too bad. It's better than my first apartment, actually.