Donovan was helped to the shore, his bright pink jacket as soaked as the rest of him, but somehow the water just made the jacket seem even pinker. Or maybe that was an illusion brought on by the perfectly rational expectation that the jacket could NOT be THAT pink normally.
"Well!" he said cheerfully. "I always did like to make a splash! Usually my wife says that my jokes are all wet but usually she's dripping with sarcasm, so maybe I'm not actually all washed up after all? I'm shore I've still got a few more good years in me yet." He grinned and offered a sodden hand to whomever he was, in theory, talking to. "Nice to meet you, I'm Donovan."
Welcome Feast - B
Donovan wasn't just playing along with the Jester. What had started as playing along quickly became a joke-off. The older man in the bright pink jacket was clearly having fun. And he was clearly aware that the Jester was the professional here, so the Jester got to be the star. Which meant he was cracking just enough jokes to hold his own, and leaving clear openings for the Jester to take. After he bowed out, reading the audience that it was the right time, he grinned and looked for an open seat.
"I'd ask if this seat was taken, but if it was, they clearly put it back when they were done with it. May I use it until it is taken again?" he asked whoever was sitting near an empty chair with a grin.
Donovan Deegan | Dominic Deegan | Warning for BAD PUNS
Donovan was helped to the shore, his bright pink jacket as soaked as the rest of him, but somehow the water just made the jacket seem even pinker. Or maybe that was an illusion brought on by the perfectly rational expectation that the jacket could NOT be THAT pink normally.
"Well!" he said cheerfully. "I always did like to make a splash! Usually my wife says that my jokes are all wet but usually she's dripping with sarcasm, so maybe I'm not actually all washed up after all? I'm shore I've still got a few more good years in me yet." He grinned and offered a sodden hand to whomever he was, in theory, talking to. "Nice to meet you, I'm Donovan."
Welcome Feast - B
Donovan wasn't just playing along with the Jester. What had started as playing along quickly became a joke-off. The older man in the bright pink jacket was clearly having fun. And he was clearly aware that the Jester was the professional here, so the Jester got to be the star. Which meant he was cracking just enough jokes to hold his own, and leaving clear openings for the Jester to take. After he bowed out, reading the audience that it was the right time, he grinned and looked for an open seat.
"I'd ask if this seat was taken, but if it was, they clearly put it back when they were done with it. May I use it until it is taken again?" he asked whoever was sitting near an empty chair with a grin.