Will noticed Kingston trying not to react to the pungent, rich, ripe gassy odor of Lord Odorr. He dared not meet the boy's eyes, for he noticed his were tearing up a bit as his own had.
Yeah... I feel your pain, chap... he thought, commiserating inwardly with the bloke.
Run! Save yourself! he thought as he glanced at him. But really, it was already too late. They were stuck.
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Lord Borr was looking like he had just been made King. He bowed his head to the new arrival, marveling at such good manners. Lord Borr had such a keen eye for the well bred ones. Not there any time at all - and he'd already found the cream of the crop. It did not surprise him.
The loud noise with a hint of wetness against the leather couches that came from his behind - that surprised him. The leather was surely magnifying the sound. "Lita's cookies. They always clear me tunnels." He chuckled and fanned himself and air around him.
"Mr. Jones here was just expressing his concerns over the seating arrangements in the Great Hall. You've also voiced some concern over it." Lord Borr offered the cookie basket to Kingston. "Take one, son."
"I think you boys should stop eating in the Great Hall full stop. We'll take our meals in here and discuss business."
Oh HEEEECK NO! Will thought. The idea of eating in here... With Borr... on a regular basis... Will would surely die of malnutrition, unable to eat a bite in the presence of His Flatulence, ruler of the Odor Empire.
That last one sounded... Will forced his mind not to contemplate the nastiness of the situation- that was between Lord Borr, his britches and his poor couch.
"While I respect the idea, sir, certainly, we would lose the opportunity to really scope out the other boys in their most relaxed, natural habitat if we dine away from them... also, I believe it would do them well to see you at the Staff Table each night so they can observe how a real gentleman conducts himself at meals." Will was thinking fast. Anything to save their necks and their meals...
"Besides, it still wouldn't address the fact that some of the boys will find our success is due to being treated better... I'd rather them know that it came from your guidance and our hard work then from fancy accomodations and being handled with kid gloves. Though if it's not within your power to change it, I completely understand..." He raised an eyebrow at Lord Borr speculatively.