Fic: Multilingualism
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meridian_roseTitle: Multilingualism
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series:Call Me Mistress
Pairing/Characters: General Series
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 700
Summary: Jack discovers one of Amy's preferences - multilingualism.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Index Page for this series: DW / LJ
Amy let Kai close the door behind them as she slipped off her coat, hanging it on the peg by the door. Kai told her he was going to take a shower if she didn't need anything else and she told him she didn't.
Jack was waiting patiently in the lounge and as soon as Kai had left, cleared his throat to get her attention. "Mistress, a gentleman came by while you were out." He waved a handful of papers at her and Amy sighed. She barely left the house and yet when she did there was a guest.
"And was he suitable for the House?" She trusted Jack's judgement. She had no choice but to trust him until she found her feet, and he'd never steered her wrong yet.
"I do not believe so. He was polite and I believe you may have found him attractive, though I'm still learning your tastes. However his major hobby involved spending many hours at the gym. And he was of the opinion that sugar was an invention of the devil."
Amy blinked, not sure if Jack was paraphrasing or not. "A health nut?"
"Given your dislike of anything that might be considered puritanical I thought it best to send him away. If I've erred, I will call him back." Jack proffered the papers again.
Amy shook her head. "No. I'm sure you're right. That's the third one we've turned away though. Where do these people come from?"
Jack looked vaguely disquieted. "We have discussed this."
She nodded. "Yes, yes, I know." Recommendations from previous guests, mostly.
Jack cleared his throat again. "It might help if as well as knowing what you don't want, you could instruct me in what you do."
Alex, lounging on the sofa and channel hopping with the sound off, looked up at that. "Foreign blokes," he said. "I'm very outnumbered."
It was true that the global nature of the house was something Amy had already noticed and that Jack had tried to explain - while still being his irritatingly vague self. The man knew where every single food item and utensil was in the kitchen, but if she asked him about who ran the Houses or where the money came from he became immediately ambiguous.
"I'm picking from whoever turns up," Amy said, a little defensively. "I don't automatically like someone because they're not English. It's not my fault Flynn is Irish and Kai is mostly Australian and Etienne –"
Alex snorted. "Etienne. Oh, look at me, I speak French. It's not a big deal when you're French Canadian! That's like a Welshman being proud of speaking Welsh."
"Actually there are many people in Wales who don't speak Welsh," Jack said mildly.
Alex refused to be deterred, possibly angling for a punishment. "I can speak French," he said dismissively. "Je suis un Angleterre."
Jack rolled his eyes. Amy frowned. "You are an England?"
Alex sighed.
"Nationality aside, I happen to find multilingualism very desirable," Amy told Alex firmly. "So try harder. Jack, will that help?"
"Somewhat," he agreed with an air of resignation. Well, it would do for now. Amy wasn't about to start debating what she found attractive in a man – for example she'd say she liked tall men, which would include Alex and Etienne, but exclude Flynn, and thus it was an unreliable trait to filter potential guests by.
Amy kicked at Alex's feet until he sat up and moved over to make space for her on the sofa.
"Go and make me une tasse de café," she ordered. "You know how I take it."
"Yes, Mistress," he said, getting to his feet despondently.
Amy curled up on the sofa and retrieved the remote from the floor where Alex had abandoned it. She glanced over her shoulder as Alex headed for the kitchen. "And if you spill any milk I'll have to punish you."
He beamed at her. "Yes, Mistress. I'll be very careful." Careful to spill, that was, just enough to earn his punishment. She shook her head and smiled. Of all the previous guests - those who'd come with the House, as it were - Alex, no matter what he thought, was her favourite.
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series:Call Me Mistress
Pairing/Characters: General Series
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 700
Summary: Jack discovers one of Amy's preferences - multilingualism.
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Index Page for this series: DW / LJ
Amy let Kai close the door behind them as she slipped off her coat, hanging it on the peg by the door. Kai told her he was going to take a shower if she didn't need anything else and she told him she didn't.
Jack was waiting patiently in the lounge and as soon as Kai had left, cleared his throat to get her attention. "Mistress, a gentleman came by while you were out." He waved a handful of papers at her and Amy sighed. She barely left the house and yet when she did there was a guest.
"And was he suitable for the House?" She trusted Jack's judgement. She had no choice but to trust him until she found her feet, and he'd never steered her wrong yet.
"I do not believe so. He was polite and I believe you may have found him attractive, though I'm still learning your tastes. However his major hobby involved spending many hours at the gym. And he was of the opinion that sugar was an invention of the devil."
Amy blinked, not sure if Jack was paraphrasing or not. "A health nut?"
"Given your dislike of anything that might be considered puritanical I thought it best to send him away. If I've erred, I will call him back." Jack proffered the papers again.
Amy shook her head. "No. I'm sure you're right. That's the third one we've turned away though. Where do these people come from?"
Jack looked vaguely disquieted. "We have discussed this."
She nodded. "Yes, yes, I know." Recommendations from previous guests, mostly.
Jack cleared his throat again. "It might help if as well as knowing what you don't want, you could instruct me in what you do."
Alex, lounging on the sofa and channel hopping with the sound off, looked up at that. "Foreign blokes," he said. "I'm very outnumbered."
It was true that the global nature of the house was something Amy had already noticed and that Jack had tried to explain - while still being his irritatingly vague self. The man knew where every single food item and utensil was in the kitchen, but if she asked him about who ran the Houses or where the money came from he became immediately ambiguous.
"I'm picking from whoever turns up," Amy said, a little defensively. "I don't automatically like someone because they're not English. It's not my fault Flynn is Irish and Kai is mostly Australian and Etienne –"
Alex snorted. "Etienne. Oh, look at me, I speak French. It's not a big deal when you're French Canadian! That's like a Welshman being proud of speaking Welsh."
"Actually there are many people in Wales who don't speak Welsh," Jack said mildly.
Alex refused to be deterred, possibly angling for a punishment. "I can speak French," he said dismissively. "Je suis un Angleterre."
Jack rolled his eyes. Amy frowned. "You are an England?"
Alex sighed.
"Nationality aside, I happen to find multilingualism very desirable," Amy told Alex firmly. "So try harder. Jack, will that help?"
"Somewhat," he agreed with an air of resignation. Well, it would do for now. Amy wasn't about to start debating what she found attractive in a man – for example she'd say she liked tall men, which would include Alex and Etienne, but exclude Flynn, and thus it was an unreliable trait to filter potential guests by.
Amy kicked at Alex's feet until he sat up and moved over to make space for her on the sofa.
"Go and make me une tasse de café," she ordered. "You know how I take it."
"Yes, Mistress," he said, getting to his feet despondently.
Amy curled up on the sofa and retrieved the remote from the floor where Alex had abandoned it. She glanced over her shoulder as Alex headed for the kitchen. "And if you spill any milk I'll have to punish you."
He beamed at her. "Yes, Mistress. I'll be very careful." Careful to spill, that was, just enough to earn his punishment. She shook her head and smiled. Of all the previous guests - those who'd come with the House, as it were - Alex, no matter what he thought, was her favourite.
