Corn Pies and Perverts

[Bunny]

Rebekah nodded in agreement, missing what Damon meant. "Yeah, I know. He's really short, right? Poor guy. If he wasn't so short, maybe...maybe I'd be our leader's consort." She shruggd helplessly. "But I may have liked the idea of power, but I couldn't stand being with someone so short. I mean, really." She 'tsked' her tongue serveral times and shook her head, thinking about what she thought could have been if it weren't for his being so short.

"But, you know, he might not think that you're flirting with him. Just give him the pie and say 'I'm giving this to you so you realize that my wife isn't someone who deserves a flogging' and he'll be all" she raised her voice a pitch to imitate Isaac's, "'Oh, thank you Damon! Nobody with an evil wife would give me such a nice pie! I'll take her punishment back now. GAWWWWWWOOOOOUCH!'" She paused and stared blankly at Damon. "See, he'll get hurt at the end, 'cuz when he takes my punishment back, he'll feel the pain. Then you pat him on the head, say thanks, and run away. Perfect, right?"

[Sly Cooper]

"Yeah-- terrific plan." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but he picked up the-- pie-- death trap-- thing, and was ready to go.

[Bunny]

"Of course it is," Rebekah agreed blinking gratefully at him. "So, you run along and give him that delicious pie!" As she spoke, the 'crust' if it could be justly called a crust, bubbled a litle, still hot from the earlier burning.

[Sly Cooper]

"Okay-- I will give Isaac the pie." He frowned looking down at the pie ready to carry it off, to do who knows what with it. Damon's eyes shifted and he tried to kiss Rebekah's forehead like a good little hubby. "I will either be back or get crucified." for poisoning our leader.

[Bunny]

Rebekah thought nothing of Damon's mention of possible crucifiction. "Yup, okay, buh-bye honey!" she waved at him.

[Sly Cooper]

After getting lost, no doubt, numerous times and making circles around Gatlin, Jacob had finally found the girls' communal home. "Hmm-- so this is where it is. How was I supposed to know that?" The fact that it would be strait across town form the boys' communal home, (like right down the same street across town) never occurred to him.

[Bunny]

Rebekah had since begun to pursue other endeavors, which was essentially flaunt her new marriage to the other girls lingering in the home. Her goal had been to become the best wife in Gatlin, after all, and she was certainly almost there since she was married! (The fact that the marriage was a turbulent one she merely regarded as a setback).

She noticed some of the girls rolled their eyes. Obviously they just thought it silly that she was trying so hard - she could become the best wife in her sleep.

She stumbled outside and found Jacob and John Peters.

"Why are you boys here?!" she snarled. "If Damon was here, he'd kill you!"

[Sly Cooper]

"Doubtfully," Jacob rolled his eyes, after all if you [/i]had[/i] ever noticed Damon, you would know that he would be the last person on earth you would ever be afraid of. "What's the issue Rebekah? Besides, don't you want the news feed on you pie?"

[Bunny]

Rebekah blinked. "How did you know about my pie?" she asked.

[Sly Cooper]

"We were with Isaac when he received the pie." and when we got rid of it--

[Bunny]

Instantly, Rebekah giggled with delight and clapped her hands. "Excellent! Then you are well aware of my cooking prowess!" She knocked a lock of ebony hair over her shoulder and beamed at the two boys. "So. What did he do? Hail me as the patron saint of cooking? Demand that I cook all his meals for him? Oh no!" she slapped her hands against her cheeks. "He didn't have Damon killed, did he? 'Cuz...'cuz he wants to marry me now 'cuz of my pie, but I'm with Damon but...." she sniffed, horrified.

[Sly Cooper]

Although the thought of telling her he did get killed of was tempting, Jacob decided that would be more than just frowned upon. "No he didn't get killed, but he did get dragged off by a secret admirer." Suddenly Jacob's eyes narrowed into a glare, not directed at Rebekah. Why does everyone keep dragging him off. He's MY best friend, not theirs. And then followed a childish pout. "But-- uh-- Isaac didn't appreciate your cooking much-- so it's a bit surprising he didn't have Damon crucified. Do you have a sense of smell at all?"

[Bunny]

John Peters glanced at Jacob, instantly disproving of the lack of tact he was showing, but he didn't say anything.

Because of this, Rebekah had no idea what Jacob was getting at. She scowled. "What do you mean Isaac didn't like my cooking?" she snarled. Instantly, her rebellious mind screamed that she should have stayed and helped Malachai accost Isaac's position if the kid couldn't accept fine cooking when he saw it! "And I have a nose, don't I? Of course I can smell!"

[Sly Cooper]

It's true, she has a nose, but how could she smell that thing and think it was refined cooking? "Well maybe he just doesn't like pie-- I don't know." Jacob shrugged it off casually, trying to be more polite since John Peters obviously didn't approve of his approach.

[Bunny]

Rebekah's eyes narrowed. "Yes you do," she corrected. "You know something and you're not telling me!" Initially she glared at John, who instantly excused himself and hurried away, yelling something profane to Jacob over his shoulder along the lines of 'you're on your own, buddy!', so she set her sights on Jacob. "What happened?"