After rehearsal . . .

[godinakilt]

Camulus was a turnip.

It was, in a way, his own fault. For an evil genius, sometimes Camulus was really dumb.

And then, very suddenly, he wasn't a turnip any more. Which made it rather awkward for the person carrying the turnip.

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[stildyne]

"Oof!" Stildyne grunted, as his hands were suddenly full of goa'uld (and, more problematically, his prettily bulky host.) He staggered to his knees, one leg out-thrust, managing not to drop Camulus, rather catch the broad shoulders in his arms and ease him down to sit on his knee.

"...better then," he said a bit breathlessly, looking up.

[godinakilt]

"What . . ." Camulus looked around, completely disoriented. He had been kissing the shrew and she had bit him - his hand moved up to his bleeding lip - and then everything had become sluggish and very far away, like being drugged. "Brachi?"

[stildyne]

"This is why I've told you time and again not to get Polgara riled," Stildyne said with a glare (oh, he'd saved a bit of glare for Camulus and make no mistake.) "Because she can turn you into a damned tuber and apparently she will if provoked."

[godinakilt]

"What is why?" Camulus checked himself over, and winced as the very large bruise in the small of his back made itself known. "What did she do to me? Why am I sitting on your knee?"