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I really like the sort of humor that derives from the funky social dynamic when one person doesn't know something, and the other parties do know something, but that thing is being hidden from the clueless party, and the clueless party says things that have very unintentional double meanings, double meanings that have relevance to the hidden item.

So when someone's just confessed her love for someone, and that person shows up unexpectedly, and says things that would be innocuous but for the double meanings, it cracks me up every damn time.

Misinterpretations that are the exact opposite of the true situation are also sources of great delight.

Ah, the delightful combinations that can result with three protagonists, one supporting character, and an antagonist... *giggle* Somewhere, somehow, my comic gift reasserted itself, and we're getting several pages of utter cheese before we get back to the dark and the deadly.

I really need to move more of the action outside. I'm getting claustrophobia on their behalf by having them spend so much of their active time inside...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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