all that glitters is gold [AFTERPARTY]

[sixfingeredstan]

[It's been a very long, and very upsetting morning, and honestly, Ford is feeling goddamn drained. All the events of the day have hit him like a ton of bricks. And as much as he wants nothing more than to sleep for about a week...well. There's work to do.

After talking it over with Fiddleford, his first mission is hitting the kitchen and scraping together all the eggs, potatoes, and onions he can find. It takes him a good few hours, but eventually he's got five big casserole dishes full of kugel, steaming hot, fresh out of the oven. He stacks up a big pile of plates, forks, and serving utensils and carries it all into the lounge in trips.

Next is the business of the still. Between the two of them, the two Fords manage to get it into the lounge and set it up on a table where it's easy to access. Ford also pilfers a big glass jug of apple juice for the kids and puts it nearby. All the adults are free to partake of a cup of Fiddleford's sugar shine. They'll be needing it, tonight.

Lastly, are the notes. Ford writes them all out in his neat, block lettering, and slips one under each door—pausing at the doors of the deceased with a sad frown each time.

The lounge is quiet while they wait for everyone to arrive, save for the sounds of banjo music....

Comments

[terribibble]

[Oh my god that's right he's talking to a man from before divorce was... a thing. Shit. This is the problem with getting your PhD in engineering instead of, say, history.]

I was. In -- in my time you can undo a marriage. Break it up. That's what she wanted.

[He tried to fight it for a while but in the end her being happy mattered more, didn't it?]

[toogoodforhim]

Oh. That's... Well, I don't want to say useful, but I'm sure that it makes some people happier.

...It's hard, uh. Loving someone and knowing that they're not... they're not yours.

[He has SEVERAL YEARS of experience on that front.]

But it's not... You shouldn't compare the two. Um, your wife and...

I'm sorry, I'm bad with words on a good day.

[terribibble]

Naw, it's fine. So am I.

[That much he's probably already made abundantly clear here today.]

Numbers, sure. I'm great at numbers. But you ask me to talk and it just... [He waves a hand very descriptively, effectively proving his point.] Anyway. She had... she had good reasons.

[He can admit that, knowing what he knows now. He even knew it then, deep down. From her perspective he was dangerous. Unstable. He wouldn't have wanted his child around himself either.]

But you're right it's not... it's not about comparin' them. [Ford always had a place in his heart even when he was happily married. Their relationship being romantic now doesn't have to crowd out what he felt for her. It's just... different. And he can box up how much he loved her and put it on the shelf and it'll be okay.] I think that helped. Actually. Thank you.