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tamingthemuseTitle: Knitting
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: 366 - Sarcasm
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Miranda is knitting.
"What now," asked Miranda exasperated.
She was sitting on the sofa of the waiting room of Jack's office. She had always felt this was her own personal space. She had played and read endless hours on that sofa waiting for Jack to let her in his office.
"Nothing," replied Fred a smirk on his face.
Miranda just stared hard at him.
"Alright, alright..." Fred said, flinging his arms in the air. "You look ridiculous."
"No I do not."
"Well..." He nodded to the pile of wool next to her and the knitting needles in her hands.
"What," she repeated, her tone genuinely surprised. Fred knew better though. She was too good at playing this game to ever be genuine in this kind of situation.
"Knitting?" He raised an eyebrow to accentuate the doubt in his voice. "I know everybody needs a hobby but... knitting?"
"I'm making you a new jumper. You should be happy. Your one is falling apart."
"That's because I love it and wear it often to show my love for it."
"That explains it all," joked Miranda.
Fred came to sit next to her, taking care to lift the wool before settling in on the well worn sofa.
"But seriously Miranda, knitting?"
"You can't guess," she dared him.
"I have some idea that it's linked to a comment you receive but as to the circumstances..."
"Remember that dinner party I had to attend because Jack couldn't." Fred noted the italics in her voice immediately. They all knew he had bailed out of the party and had been smart enough to trick Miranda into going in his place. He simply nodded to encourage her further. "Well, the Countess Brinard was present and she was going on and on about her daughters and all of their magnificent abilities..."
"...and you weren't able to contain a sarcastic comment?"
"You know me too well Fred," she commented sarcastically.
Fred could picture that tone in front of the Countess Brinard and couldn't help a small knowing smile appearing on his face.
"Anyway, she was babbling on and on. I cut her short and she dared me to knit as well as her daughters could."
Fred stared insistently at her.
"Okay, okay, she didn't dare me to. But she strongly implied that a girl of my condition is a good for nothing that can never learn the art of knitting and so on and so on."
She lifted the piece of jumper she had knitted so far and added. "So I'm knitting you a jumper because you need it and it'll show her." She concluded with a smile.
Fred shook his head in despair and got off the sofa. He knew there was nothing he could add to this. Once Miranda had an idea in mind there was no use trying and reason with her. But just as he was about to walk into the office he commented. "You didn't even take my measurements."
"No need to. I've been taking down the laundry for years."
He laughed and left her at her knitting, almost looking forward to a new jumper.
Fandom: Original (Miranda & Pearl)
Prompt: 366 - Sarcasm
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Miranda is knitting.
"What now," asked Miranda exasperated.
She was sitting on the sofa of the waiting room of Jack's office. She had always felt this was her own personal space. She had played and read endless hours on that sofa waiting for Jack to let her in his office.
"Nothing," replied Fred a smirk on his face.
Miranda just stared hard at him.
"Alright, alright..." Fred said, flinging his arms in the air. "You look ridiculous."
"No I do not."
"Well..." He nodded to the pile of wool next to her and the knitting needles in her hands.
"What," she repeated, her tone genuinely surprised. Fred knew better though. She was too good at playing this game to ever be genuine in this kind of situation.
"Knitting?" He raised an eyebrow to accentuate the doubt in his voice. "I know everybody needs a hobby but... knitting?"
"I'm making you a new jumper. You should be happy. Your one is falling apart."
"That's because I love it and wear it often to show my love for it."
"That explains it all," joked Miranda.
Fred came to sit next to her, taking care to lift the wool before settling in on the well worn sofa.
"But seriously Miranda, knitting?"
"You can't guess," she dared him.
"I have some idea that it's linked to a comment you receive but as to the circumstances..."
"Remember that dinner party I had to attend because Jack couldn't." Fred noted the italics in her voice immediately. They all knew he had bailed out of the party and had been smart enough to trick Miranda into going in his place. He simply nodded to encourage her further. "Well, the Countess Brinard was present and she was going on and on about her daughters and all of their magnificent abilities..."
"...and you weren't able to contain a sarcastic comment?"
"You know me too well Fred," she commented sarcastically.
Fred could picture that tone in front of the Countess Brinard and couldn't help a small knowing smile appearing on his face.
"Anyway, she was babbling on and on. I cut her short and she dared me to knit as well as her daughters could."
Fred stared insistently at her.
"Okay, okay, she didn't dare me to. But she strongly implied that a girl of my condition is a good for nothing that can never learn the art of knitting and so on and so on."
She lifted the piece of jumper she had knitted so far and added. "So I'm knitting you a jumper because you need it and it'll show her." She concluded with a smile.
Fred shook his head in despair and got off the sofa. He knew there was nothing he could add to this. Once Miranda had an idea in mind there was no use trying and reason with her. But just as he was about to walk into the office he commented. "You didn't even take my measurements."
"No need to. I've been taking down the laundry for years."
He laughed and left her at her knitting, almost looking forward to a new jumper.
