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    • "Maybe, fer this special occasion," Addy suggested, "we can try a little'a each?  That way, we can get a taste'a everything, so next time, we know what our favorite is."  It was a plan that appealed to her, so she didn't have to decide which she wanted!   "Never turn down help," she declared, "but seems ta me yer th' one needs help brushin' them horses down."  She glanced at Weedy and Josh, considering for a moment if it was safe to let the boy go up into the loft, but then, his father could stop him, and, after all, he was a Chappel!  He'd grown up around horses, and was of hardy stock!   With them all working together, it wouldn't take too long to get the horses settled, and then they could be on the way to treats!   @MD
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    • Anæsthesia wasn't exactly convinced by all these homilies about falling out of trees, breaking arms, and sleeping in the mud: she smiled politely, if a little tightly. Truth to tell, she felt a little bit 'got at' - the snobby girl was getting a taste of her own medicine in the form of the inverted-snobbery of these rough frontier folk.    She suddenly blurted, rather defensively "I have learned to shoot a gun!"   "I have a 1858 model Lefaucheux double action revolver, and really am rather a good shot with it." she said proudly. Now maybe they'd stop telling her that she needed to fall out of a tree to be able to claim that her life had any meaning.    Of course, the hypocrisy was that she was quite willing to tell others what they should be doing with their lives: like learning to read.      @Bongo @MD
    • Mr McVey was chattering away as Arabella grabbed her non-packable items: two dresses, spare bonnet, basket and three large round circles made of bamboo. These were very hard to carry and to manoeuvre through the doorway.    "You and I disagree on a number of things, yet, we agree on others. Mister Reeve is certainly one to keep an eye on. And I would say, he is dangerous in another way, to the political atmosphere in Kalispell. He is an odd fellow, yet, so is Mister Pettigrew. Perhaps the goal of him running is to slit the vote? I'm not exactly confident on that assumption."   "Now don't you be mean about Mr Pettigrew, Mr McVey, he's been right nice to me: teachin' me all about how to speak proper and act like a lady." she objected. Pettigrew had taught her something else, too, something more important than those surface embellishments, something at her very core.    He hoisted the trunk that was surprising lighter than he would have expected. "As time moves on, we'll have a better idea of Pettigrew's purpose in the grand scheme of the elections this fall." He added, then, "I'm following you, Arabella."   "Hold on, I'm all tangled up!" she yelped, the three bamboo circles seemed to have minds of their own and were doing their darndest to stop her getting through the doorway. "I'm takin' these hoops with me, in case crinolines come back in!" she informed him.    Eventually she got herself through the door and down the stairs, with a shout of "I'm goin' now, I'll be back at seven!" at Caroline's door. When the two of them reached the bar, there was a ragged cheer from some of the rounders who were regulars "Don't worry, I'll be back at seven, boys!" she assured them.   "Oh damn!" one of them joked.    "You movin' in with him?!" another joshed. Arabella laughed and didn't say yes and didn't say no: well, Phin had said he didn't care if people talked!   @Flip
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"We did find some beautiful choices," Emeline commented, "too many, really!  It was difficult to decide, but I think they will be amazing."

 

Then she glanced at Barnabas, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.  "Anywhere...this city is so big, and it seems like something interesting around every corner."  She'd never been in a city this big, and it was fascinating, and even most of the architecture was different than the cities in the mid-west, and she was enjoying just relaxing and looking.

 

"How long before dinner?  We don't want to be late!"  Not that she thought he'd forget, but she wanted to make sure she made a good impression with his friends.  "Please don't let me do anything embarrassing...or too 'country'."

 

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A voice from the front of the carriage said, "I'll have you back in plenty of time, Ma'am. Mister Sharon gave me explicit instructions."

 

Pike sat back, "Guess that's taken care of, Em. So I guess maybe we just sight see, maybe we just leave it to the  driver here to show things of interest, maybe things most folks miss."

 

"May I?" The driver asked.

 

"Sure. Gwan." Brarnabas said.

 

"Well I'll take you and the lady down to market street which ids filled with beautiful buildings, but one in particular is my favorite. The Emporium. It was built in 1895, opened in 1896, survived the 1906 earthquake but was destroyed by the subsequent fire. Rebuilt in 1908 to it's original splendor."

 

"As you gaze at the magnificent façade, 275 feet in length and seven stories high, you can hardly realize the great size of its component parts. This is due to the symmetry and harmony of the architecture, the style of which is Modern Renaissance. The main entrance is immense, the span of the arch alone being 25 feet and its height 40 feet. It is the largest single bond arch as yet constructed in any mercantile building or business block, and some of the stones used in it weigh twelve and even fourteen tons each.

 

"Above the third story rises the imposing colonnade of Corinthian columns, eighteen in number, flanked to half their height by pilasters. These columns reach to the top of the sixth story, thus covering with bases and capitals included, a height of three stories. Their entablature is simple and elegant, and above it rises the façade of the seventh story, which is surmounted by a rich cornice and stone balustrade.

 

"Fifteen elevators, run by electric power, will be in operation for passengers and freight. Indicative of the high class of tenants...is the fact that already the Supreme Court of California has leased the entire seventh floor for its court rooms and the transaction of its business in this city.

 

"The building has been made practically fireproof. Constructed throughout on a mammoth skeleton of steel, and protected laterally by brick fire walls against danger from outside, the structural material of the interior – mostly terra cotta, steel, and stone – reduces the risk of fire inside to a minimum."

 

"I have memorized the article from the Overland Monthly of November 1895 and share it whenever I have the opportunity. We'll stop and  you can go in. I believe you will find it a most interesting experience."

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"Oh, my goodness!  You certainly have a talent, sir, recalling all that information!  I'm afraid sometimes I can barely remember my own name!"  Emeline laughed as she looked the building over and processed all the information.  "It's fantastic, and certainly ahead of its time!"

 

Anxious, she glanced at Barnabas.  "Can we go in and look around?  I don't think I've ever been in a building so large."  It was hard to imagine that a structure so massive could hold up or be safe, but then, she knew that cities back east, Chicago, St. Louis, New York, all had buildings that would likely dwarf this one.

 

"It's hard to imagine that someday, this area may well be all buildings like this, rising to far into the sky."

 

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As he looked at the facade of the building he too could visualize what Em was saying about the future. More and bigger buildings. More people, horses, cabs and carriages and whatever else the future might bring. None of which he was actually looking forward to, all a man needed was a good woman, a good horse, and plenty of land.

 

Yet, he understood that Em like all of this 'civilization', with it's fancy dress, proper manners and such. Now, would she trade life in Montana for this? Had for him to guess, since all this was new to her and exciting. Suddenly he pulled himself away from such thoughts.

 

"Believe you got a point, Em." As he opened the massive doors for her. "Place has grown since I was last here, just seems to keep gettin' bigger. Now this, this here's what I'd call a store. I mean have a look at alla this stuff!"  It was true, countless vendors with products of all kinds, this could get real expensive, not that he really cared.

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If ever there was a 'tourist' look, Emeline had it in spades as she gazed around at the floors of balconies that surrounded an open area that was six stories high -- Emeline counted!  And when she moved farther in and looked up, she gasped.  There, overhead, where the ceiling would be, was a huge domed stained-glass window showing a ship in full sail on a turbulent sea.

 

"Look at that!" she gasped, standing there like an idiot, head tilted back as she stared up.  "That's amazing!  I wonder how they did that?  Or if Mr. Penderson had anything to do with it." 

 

The whole place was incredible, and Emeline thought that she could easily get lost looking around.

 

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He gazed up at the domed ceiling and was awe struck at it's beauty. He was taken aback by the obvious talent that it took to create such a beautiful thing. "Dang near as pretty as you, Em." was his comment. "Took 'em a while to get that done. Never seen the like."

 

And that was a fact. There had been nothing that he had seen before to compare to the glass domed ceiling, nothing. He suddenly felt out of place, something odd for him to feel, at any time, in any place, but it struck him here in this place. The sheer beauty of it touched him. What man could accomplish given the opportunity

 

"Now 'at's somethin'. Best we see what other marvels they got in this place. May not have time ta see everything." He pointed out.

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"It's just like walking through Montgomery Ward catalogue!"  It was one thing to see the etchings on paper, but quite another to actually see them as they were in full size, in color and three dimensions.  "Some of this is so...gauche.  Elaborate is one thing, but some of these are just too much, the frills actually distract from the piece."

 

Of course, that was her opinion, others must feel differently, or these things wouldn't be here.  Still, she couldn't imagine such things in a house with children and pets running around.

 

Then something caught her eye and she tugged on Barnabas' sleeve.  "Look here!"  Eagerly, she tugged him over to shelves sporting wooden boxes inlaid with various patterns, and one was open, revealing it to be a music box, with a shiny metal cylinder that would play a tune when the box was wound.

 

She opened one, and it started playing a merry tune, then she opened another and gasped, looking up at Barnabas.  Inside, a little metal bird popped up and started singing and moving back and forth, flapping its wings.

 

"That's amazing!  Oh, Barnabas, can I send one to Clara?  Just a small one?"  Impractical, but unique and lovely, and everyone needed something like that in their life!

 

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Barnabas looked at the box and then at his wife, and, back to the box again. "Don't see why not. I mean, it would be something that'd be unlikely in the mercantile back home, something I think she'd like, and it's a nice remembrance for what she's done for us."

 

Remembering people was something that was important in life. Clara had agreed to the work in the cafe while they were gone, that kept the Lickskillet open and turning a profit, hopefully, so a gift out of nowhere, perfect. And hopefully there would be a financial gift at the end. He would not mention it as it was not his place, or so he thought.

 

"So with luck, the proprietor here can get it mailed to Clara." He added. A good idea.

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"I'm sure they'll find a way if they want to make a sale."  Emeline knew business, and if the price was right, you could get about anything.  Of course, she wasn't willing to be taken advantage of.  "I'm sure they do this sort of thing all the time, and it will be a nice surprise.  She is so humble, and would net think of such things for herself."

 

In truth, Clara would be just as happy for some old books, and now that she thought about it, Emeline would look into doing that for the girl as well...especially things that would be good for a child, since Clara was due soon.

 

"And...as long as we're sending something home, maybe a music box would look nice in our parlor?"  Smiling sweetly, she batted her eyes at Barnabas, then laughed.

 

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"I'm sure they'll find a way if they want to make a sale."

 

"No doubt, an' yer right, they'll have a way of gettin' up ta Kalispell. I'd bet on that. Surely would."

 

"I'm sure they do this sort of thing all the time, and it will be a nice surprise.  She is so humble, and would net think of such things for herself."

 

"So'd you, was it tuther way 'round." He pointed out. "You're a good woman, Emeline Pike. I'm lucky ta have ya, so sure, we'll do that." He should have expected what was coming next.

 

"And...as long as we're sending something home, maybe a music box would look nice in our parlor?"  Smiling sweetly, she batted her eyes at Barnabas, then laughed.

 

"Blinkin' them eyes at me ain't gonna do the job. You jest set me up an' slipped that right on in there, didn'tcha? 'course now, lookin' at it another way, are kids'll love havin' one about the house. See how thet sounds better'n how it'd look in are parlor?" He grinned, like she couldn't have just about anything she wanted. "Mister, ken ya wrap up a couple 'o these here musical boxes an' ship 'em ta Kalispell Montana?"

 

"Yes sir we can most certainly do that for you. All we'll need is the shipping names and addresses, and they will be on their way." The clerk said with a smile.

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"Oh, I know my way past your defenses, Mr. Pike!"  Emeline laughed, then indicated to the clerk which of the little singing birds to send to Clara (a blue one with red-tipped wings), and music box in an in-laid mahogany case that had interchangeable cylinders.

 

"This is to go to Mrs. Clara Lutz, care of the Lickskillet Cafe in Kalispell, Montana, and the music box to Mrs. Barnabas Pike at the same address."

 

Beaming, she hooked her arm into Barnabas', then looked up at him.  "Thank you, husband, I think this will entertain not only our children, but theirs as well."  Before, she hadn't considered things like keepsakes for future generations, but now, the thought was thrilling!

 

"Imagine...our offspring will be touching this a hundred years from now!"

 

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He looked at her, "A hunderd years?"

 

"Why, yes sir, properly cared for, there's no telling how long these might last." The clerk said as he finished write down the instructions.

 

"Well, that'll be somethin' fer sure. A hunderd years on, well now, that is amazin'. Guess we outta be gettin' back." He said as he drew out his pocket watch and looked at the time. There was plenty of time to return to to hotel and allow Em to freshen up. "Been most helpful, sir. We appreciate it. 'mon Em, times slippin' away."

 

The invite was for an early dinner, less people faster service, not that the Place was not known for fast service and more time to talk, was what he figured. Maybe some reminiscing of past times. It would be good no matter.

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It already had been a very long day, and while Emeline was enjoying every minute, she was grateful for the chance to just settle in and relax.  And she was looking forward to meeting any friends of Barnabas -- she really didn't know much of his past, nor his present, outside of their world, for that matter.

 

Back at the hotel, she was tempted to take a 'quick' nap, but knew if she did that, she'd either sleep for ten hours, or wake up befuddled and drowsy.

 

So, after a little sprucing up with Lillian's help, she sat to write in her journal, and was ready when Barnabas was.

 

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Barnabas looked at the time, and it was nearing the hour, so, with a smile he said, "Well then, it's time we headed on down to the dining room and Mister Bill Sharon. Likely bore you to death with talk of old times and mining operations, but mayhaps he's married, or has him a gal. Anyway. Time ta mingle with some high society."

 

And like a gentleman he offered his hand as she rose from the chair. Men would never know the utter discomfort of wearing a corset. Then handed her her wrap. Donning his hat, he led her to the door, offered his arm to her as he opened it, and then closed it on their way out.

 

"Need I say that you look beautiful tanight?" He smiled as the walked to the elevator.

 

On the ground floor they exited the elevator and walked to the palatial dinning room when a waiter approached, "Mister and Misses Pike? This way please." He said without waiting on an answer, ushering them to another room, one with the glass ceiling. "Mister Sharon is there, at the back table. Welcome to the Garden Room. His favorite." He bowed slightly as he backed away.

 

Lawman, gunfighter Pronto Pike looked around in disbelief, the woman on his arm, their clothes, the room. Dinner with Bill Sharon, in the Garden Room. Far cry from the Stardust Saloon, or the Belle-St. Regis Hotel at home.

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"Of course I'm beautiful, every night!"  Batting her eyes at him, she took Barnabas' hand and gave it a squeeze.  It was fun to tease with him, and he gave her every opportunity!  "Just don't let me do anything too silly tonight, I'd hate to embarrass you."

 

Then they were escorted to the Garden Room, and Emeline almost gasped aloud...she'd never seen the like!  "Oh, goodness...this is...incredible!"  The domed glass ceiling was magnificent in its own right, but with the low sun shining through, the beveled glass cast colorful patterns across the floor, and the array of plants made it feel like a fairy kingdom!

 

"I don't think I ever would have imagined creating such a place, much the less actually doing it!"

 

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"Of course I'm beautiful, every night!"  Batting her eyes at him, she took Barnabas' hand and gave it a squeeze.  It was fun to tease with him, and he gave her every opportunity!  "Just don't let me do anything too silly tonight, I'd hate to embarrass you."

 

"I ain't real sure that'd happen." He responded. "But you keep tryin', if'n ya want. Need ta clean up my speech some, sound like some Texas near-do-well!"

 

Then they were escorted to the Garden Room, and Emeline almost gasped aloud...she'd never seen the like!  "Oh, goodness...this is...incredible!"  The domed glass ceiling was magnificent in its own right, but with the low sun shining through, the beveled glass cast colorful patterns across the floor, and the array of plants made it feel like a fairy kingdom!

 

"That it is, that it is. Thais is what money, and lots of it can build."

 

"I don't think I ever would have imagined creating such a place, much the less actually doing it!"

 

"A bit more'n our place, that's for sure." Pike said as they arrived at the table, Bill rising with a wide smile to greet them. "Bill, this is my wife, Emeline, Em? Mister William Sharon owner of this establishment and an old friend from my Virginia City days."

 

"Misses Pike, a real pleasure to meet you. Yes, Barnabas here and I go back some. The early days, well, I guess not so early so far as the discovery went, but early enough, eh? He never liked to be called Barnabas, even though most folks knew his name, he preferred Pike, or what was it? Oh, yes, Pronto. Ha, yes. Pronto. The Kings liked that name as well. Sit sit, no use standing around, I have waiters for that." He raised his hand and that summoned a waiter close by.

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"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Sharon."  Emeline extended her hand, then settled into her chair with a mischievous grin.  "Pronto, is it?  Oh, I suspect you have many good stories about Pronto!   And you have a willing audience."

 

She smiled sweetly, then added, "I need to know what I got into, marrying a man called 'Pronto'!  Oh, I know him as a good man, kind and caring, but that could just be a ruse!"

 

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Bill Sharon laughed, "Mostly I knew him as Deputy Pike, with the County Sheriff's office. That could be a rough job up there. If I remember right there were a hundred and ten saloons and all of the were booming around the clock, as were the cribs down on 'D' Street. Mixing hard drink with hard men could, and did present substantial problems."

 

Barnabas sort of shook his head remembering those times things went sideways on 'C' Street, or a fight broke out in one of the cribs. Not only the men were dangerous, but the women as well, and men in authority need to use caution when intervening.

 

"Your man here displayed all of the attribute you mentioned, but he was, shall I say, up for the job." He continued. "Has he told you how he came by his wealth? That Misses Pike is a story in itself. and, if he doesn't mind I'd be happy to tell you, from an outsiders point of view." Pike closed his eyes and shook his head.

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"Well, I know he has invested in mines."  Emeline hadn't actually put thought into that, just that he 'invested'.  "You don't mean to say he stood in the middle of a river and worked a sluice?"  The image that conjured actually made her smile.  "Or working a pick inside a mountain?"

 

Well, she didn't know much about mining, that was certain!  "Do tell, Mr. Sharon, what was my husband up to?"  There were many nights in their future, she reckoned, where they would have to sit and talk about old stories, the steps that had led to this point in their lives, and she looked forward to that.

 

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"Guess maybe I should tell her what happened, eh Barnabas?" Sharon said.

 

"Might sound better commin' from you." Pike replied with a smirk. As if it was something sordid. Something he didn't want revealed, when in actuality he seldom thought of it.

 

"Well Misses Pike, your husband was well known and respected on the hill, as were any number of men not given to wealth that was there to be had, well, if a man was in the right place at the right time, and under the right circumstances." Sharon began. "Those days entertainment was found at the card tables in the saloons along 'C' Street, or the houses and cribs along 'D", but Barnabas here was a man confronting a great loss at the time, took his solice playing cards. Not strong drink, or the ladies, but playing poker."

 

"Wait Bill, I believe I should tell her of the great loss, myself." Pike stated, interrupting the story. Not remembering if he had ever related the story to her.

 

"Oh, yes, yes, please do, I, I had no way to know-"

 

"It's quite alright Bill." He looked at Emeline.

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There had been hints in conversation of something...or someone...in his past, but Barnabas had never elaborated, and Emeline had never pursued it, reckoning that he'd tell her in his own time, if that time ever came.

 

Now, it seemed a bit awkward, now that it had been brought up, provided the topics were even the same.

 

"Oh, you needn't go into it if you don't want to," she offered her husband an out, "although I must admit, I'm intrigued.  Of course, my imagination can fill in any details..."  She grinned and reached over to quickly pat his hand.

 

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He sort of hesitated as he formed the words he would use in his explanation to Em. It was not as if there was something to hide, far from it, the story of his betrothal was really no secret, he just had not seen the necessity to tell her of it, until now.

 

"When I got there, well not right off, but there was a woman, Miss Julia Dey, and we hit it off, as they say. Well, as time past we became engaged and were planning our wedding, but," there was a pause, "pneumonia took her before that could happen. Maybe not the same as your loss, anyway, I don't give it much thought. It was five, six years past now and you're here, right where you're supposed to be." He smiled, his eyes glistening as it had been difficult for him to reflect back. He took hold of her hand.

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Emeline had heard some of Julia, but never anything specific, and she gave his hand a squeeze.  "You can't not think about it," she murmured softly, "you just can't let it rule your life."  And both had managed to do that.  She thought fondly of Andrew, and the memories were bittersweet, but since meeting Barnabas, those memories no longer occupied most of her thoughts.

 

"It's no easier," she assured him, knowing the passion with which he loved, and that the loss stung just as much, even though he hadn't had the chance to marry her, and perhaps more, since there was a bond that could only be had with that intimacy.

 

"The hardest for me is the children."  Glancing at Mr. Sharon, she explained, "I lost my daughter at a very young age to cholera, and the child I was carrying shortly after.  It's difficult to lose the promise."

 

Shaking her head, she managed a smile.  "Such grim conversation.  Certainly, Barnabas caused his share of trouble?"  She raised an eyebrow as she glanced at her husband.  "Or was it Mr. Sharon who was the troublemaker?"

 

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Pike listened to what she was saying about thinking about Julia, but he had grieved as he rode away from Virginia City and his quest to find a new start, it wasn't the promise of California, nor was it riding the grub-line into Arizona and back out again. By the time he had reached Kalispell, the remnants of his past were just that, pieces of a past.

 

"There was a time I thought of her often, but that's long passed now. Fact is Em, you're what I think of most all the time. What happened back then, needs to stay buried back then." He said. "But, there's pieces of that past that are relevant to us today, and that's about the holdings on the hill. Holdings that mattered little to me till we met. Them holdings will provide us with a future a saddle tramp like I once was could only dream of."

 

He grinned then, "We both had our share of troubles, but they're well in the past, and need have no control over either of us. Now as to who caused the trouble? What trouble? Why we were the modem of decorum up there. Right Bill?"

 

"Right as the rain Pronto, right as the rain. Why, other than them 'Silver Kings', we were the steady hand!" Sharon added supporting Pronto's tall tale."Without us, the hole thing collapses on itself."

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"Well, I'm curious to see Virginia City," Emeline commented, "and all the places I've heard about, especially the mines.  Mr. Pike has promised me he'd show me through one, although I'm not sure I'm happy with the idea of having a whole mountain over my head!"

 

When she thought about being inside a mountain, it actually made her a little queasy, because her next thought was the whole thing squishing down on her!

 

"And the stamp mills, of course.  I never thought about the process of extracting ore, I just assumed gold was gold and silver was silver.  Now, though, I'd like to see more of the process."

 

After all, Barnabas pretty much knew everything about her business, so it was only right!

 

"Now, what do you suggest for dinner...keeping in mind," she grinned slyly, "that I'm an excellent cook, even if I do say so myself!"

 

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