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Xander (BTVS) is handed a complete set of (really) antique carpenter's tools, by a mysterious woman. The legacy of these tools? They were used by a famous carpenter of the Roman era, whose main claim to fame was not related to his carpentry skills.
I smiled as the beneficiary of the Boss's largesse yelled at me.
"I won't be a buttmonkey of fate!" Xander shouted.
"Of course not!" I replied. "No one is expecting anything from you other than for you to do what you would anyway." I tapped that adze in front of the young carpenter and then did a Vanna White turn towards the small axe/hammer, saw, and mallet. "These are just Carpenter's tools."
Xander glared flatly at me. "I can hear Capital Letters."
"All right. Admittedly, these tools might help you make more effective stakes. However, they're just a gift. No strings attached."
"Since when has anything been 'just a gift' when it involves the Powers That Be?"
"It's not from them," I said. "The Boss's son used these before He entered the family business. Use them, or not as you desire." I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. Once I was out of sight, I tensed my AT field and stepped through the Sea of Dirac.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
Xander (BTVS) is handed a complete set of (really) antique carpenter's tools, by a mysterious woman. The legacy of these tools? They were used by a famous carpenter of the Roman era, whose main claim to fame was not related to his carpentry skills.
I smiled as the beneficiary of the Boss's largesse yelled at me.
"I won't be a buttmonkey of fate!" Xander shouted.
"Of course not!" I replied. "No one is expecting anything from you other than for you to do what you would anyway." I tapped that adze in front of the young carpenter and then did a Vanna White turn towards the small axe/hammer, saw, and mallet. "These are just Carpenter's tools."
Xander glared flatly at me. "I can hear Capital Letters."
"All right. Admittedly, these tools might help you make more effective stakes. However, they're just a gift. No strings attached."
"Since when has anything been 'just a gift' when it involves the Powers That Be?"
"It's not from them," I said. "The Boss's son used these before He entered the family business. Use them, or not as you desire." I turned on my heel and walked out of the room. Once I was out of sight, I tensed my AT field and stepped through the Sea of Dirac.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll