#they're the talk of the dowling's staff. they all ship and and wonder if they're actually together

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-the greenhouse @ the dowling residence-

*knocking*

brother francis, cheerful: come in

nanny ashtoreth, leading warlock into the room: warlock fell over

warlock, confused: but nanny I'm not hurt-

nanny ashtoreth, covers warlock's mouth: poor boy doesn't know what he's saying. I think you should look over him

warlock: *rolls his eyes*

brother francis, removes his gardening gloves: well, in that case *pats a stool* have a seat, young master warlock. let's have a look at that knee yours

warlock, looks at nanny ashroteth: what about nurse mary?

nanny ashtoreth, waves a hand: she's rubbish

brother francis, tuts: now, now, nanny ashtoreth, she's perfectly qualified to look after master warlock here

warlock, grinning: nanny just wanted to see you, brother francis

nanny ashtoreth, splutters: wha- no, I didn't!

warlock, smug: I didn't even fall over!

nanny ashtoreth, quickly: right, get out *shooing warlock towards the door* go on, go and play. get into lots of trouble, no apologies *shuts the door behind him*

brother francis: *folds his arms; smiling*

nanny ashtoreth, glares: shut up, angel