the queen of hearts made some tarts all on a summer's day [ota]

[gotyourheart]

The Queen of Hearts is looking a little bemused on this warm summer's day, gaze often falling on a forlorn plate whose only evidence of once having food on it is a few crumbs. If anyone asks, they may just catch a blush before she responds.

 "Now, don't laugh, but someone did steal my tarts."

She's totally not pouting about it.

Okay, maybe a little bit.

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[fiddlerjohnny]

Look how manfully he's keeping a straight face, Rowan. Lookit.

"Is this where I put my hand over my heart and swear I didn't do it?" Because, let's be honest, Johnny is far more the knave of Hearts than Mano would ever have been. "Or should I get out a magnifying glass and look for clues?"

[gotyourheart]

She sees how manfully he's keeping the straight face, and quite entirely grateful for it-- more grateful if he can manage to keep it up for the rest of their conversation, but seeing as she's starting to see the amusing factor of it all, that's probably not going to be an option.

"You'll have to do the former before I let you do the latter, I'm afraid. You are rather knavish, after all."

[fiddlerjohnny]

He looks shocked, shocked at your insinuation, Rowan. Even as he's putting a hand to his heart and dropping to his knees in supplication.

"I do solemnly swear, your Majesty, that I had nothing to do with stealing your tarts. It would've been more fun to share, after all."

For given values of sharing that probably have little to do with food at all.

[gotyourheart]

She can't help it if she quite likes him on his knees. But that's not exactly here or there.

"Such a heartfelt oath. I suppose I must believe you. And believe me when I say I would have shared had they not been sequestered."

For any values of sharing.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Johnny smiles up at her, just a little crookedly. "I suppose we could make do with some other treat instead."

He pauses and stands slowly, if leaning in a bit more to whisper conspiratorially in her ear, "I've got a line on some really good cake...."

[gotyourheart]

"Is that so?" she queries with a grin, "And you'd be willing to share this really good cake?"

[fiddlerjohnny]

"How could I refuse you any-...cake?"

And he will be grinning like that was totally intentional. And also he will be taking her for cake now, of course. Something rich and utterly sinful.

[gotyourheart]

"You can't, I'm afraid," she says cheerfully. And of course she'll be taking his hand and enjoying the cake with her.

[fiddlerjohnny]

[ooc: I'm going to let this end here but just fair warning. I've been thinking terrible thoughts all day. Something may show up on tumblr tonight.

dun.

dun.

DUN!