I promise my work won't cause you any embarrassment by association.
[Just his actions, maybe. But maybe not; Morgan is going to turn it down a few notches. This is sort of a red-letter day, after all, so tormenting Caster isn't exactly going to encourage her to keep it up.]
[She has a mission! Being 'nice' like this was never her strong suit- not since she was a child, anyway, so she didn't have much of an idea how she was supposed to go about this. Manipulating or cursing people? Acting the evil witch everyone said she was? Easy! Being nice to someone? ...This was definitely out of her comfort zone.
...But Morgan was a good friend, and despite his teasing, he'd already helped her out a lot since she'd arrived.
So it was that she turned up to the farm around lunchtime the next day. Morgan would, presumably, be entirely unsurprised to find a picnic blanket under one of her arms, and a totally innocent not suspiciously lunch-shaped cloth bag in her other arm.]
I can take a break now. [Whirling his hoe to rest it over his shoulder, Morgan saunters her way.] If you have some idea how I could spend it, of course.
I would be honored to join you. [And though he makes it silly by putting a hand over his heart and bowing slightly, he isn't lying. Caster asking him to join her for lunch truly is an honor, as well he knows.]
[Although she rolled her eyes beneath her hood at his silly gesture, she was rather relieved he didn't turn her away- not that she thought he would, but there was always the little voice in the back of her mind that told her otherwise.]
Wonderful- come on, then. I brought a picnic blanket.
[At least the weather was warming up enough to eat outside!
Once she'd found a quiet spot to lay out the blanket, she awkwardly took a seat and gestured for him to join her, placing the suspiciously lunch-shaped cloth bag beside her.]
...Listen, I... you've helped me a great deal since I arrived here, even though you had no obligation to. And, well. I wanted to thank you properly.
[There's a lot to say to that, and Morgan has only a split-second to decide what response to go with as he sits down. The simplest, he reasons, is the best.]
[Simplest certainly seemed effective enough- it was good he was taking this all in his stride.]
I did wonder if I was beyond that- if I'd already sunk to rock bottom a long time ago. Well, you seem determined to prove me wrong.
[Caster shrugged, unwrapping the cloth bag to reveal an array of sandwiches and other delicacies. Thankfully for her, sandwiches mostly involved cutting up bread and other ingredients, and that was something she could manage easily. She'd chosen some fairly classic choices- beef with watercress and horseradish mayonnaise, egg salad and ploughman's. She hoped there was something there Morgan would like!
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