[Backdated to 17th April + closed to Nancy] "Family" Fun

[knowntohisfriends]

[Fagin made it very clear that celebrating Easter was not for him. Bringing in chocolate eggs and other sweets? No, not for him at all, but all for his boys, his good boys who did the work he asked them. Easter wasn't his holiday - though it can't be said that Fagin recognized the Passover all that well either, for as much as he would proclaim Easter was his treat to them.]

[Still... least the chocolate's alright.]

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[stauncherhearted]

[Nancy watches with a smile on her face, drinking her gin as she watches him work. She can't hear him, over the din of sugared-up children, but she has to wonder if he's just straight up asking for them to donate sweets to their favorite lady.

Still, when he comes back, she grins and laughs proudly.] And that, love, is why we call you Artful. The rest of 'em best learn to recognize when their own tricks is being pulled against 'em.

[knowntohisfriends]

[There's a wide grin, and he grabs some chocolate to have himself]

Need to practice more, that's what. Mind you, still take them ages to catch up to me.

[stauncherhearted]

Oh, of course. You've got a gift for it. Above and beyond anything I've seen.

[She starts to unwrap the delicious chocolate egg from it's foil.]

Glad you got one of the creme ones. The caramel ones are fine and all, but I like the creme best.

[knowntohisfriends]

[He nods in agreement, biting into his own creme egg]

Can have caramel anytime. These are once a year.

[stauncherhearted]

Exactly. [She grins and takes a bite.]

They're too good. Really, should be outlawed.

[knowntohisfriends]

We'd only eat 'em more if that happened.

[stauncherhearted]

Exactly. And we can't have that, can we?

[knowntohisfriends]

'Course not. I like my teeth an' it's hell gettin' this lot to remember to brush theirs.

[stauncherhearted]

[She laughs, pausing to drink just a bit more. Gin wasn't the right drink for the eggs, that much was clear. But that was a sacrifice she was willing to make. A delicious, alcoholic sacrifice.]

Yeah? You're the one picking up my slack, then?

[knowntohisfriends]

[He gives a very mock serious look]

It's a sacrifice I'm willin' to make.

[stauncherhearted]

Oi!

[Nancy reacts, reaching out to smack him on the upper arm.]

Rude, ain't you?

[knowntohisfriends]

'Course I am. If I weren't, wouldn't be me.

[stauncherhearted]

Nope, I'm not going to argue against that.

[knowntohisfriends]

[He laughs]