"I think in the book he was planning on killing Buttercup to start a war with Guilder," Autor says, sipping his tea. "But I'm not sure. It looks like all is forgiven with Westley, unfortunately."
Westley cradles her in his arms and asks why she didn't wait for him.
"Well," Buttercup says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "you were dead."
"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while," Westley says.
"I will never doubt again."
"There will never be a need."
They start to kiss, only to be interrupted by the boy protesting. He's eating a sandwich, and the grandfather is drinking coffee. "They're kissing again. Do we have to hear the kissing part?"
"Someday you may not mind so much," the grandfather tells the boy.
"Skip onto the fire swamp, that sounded good," the boy says.
"Oh. You're sick, I'll humor you," the grandfather says, setting his coffee aside.
"I forgot about the boy listening to the story," Autor says, sheepish.
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Date: 2015-11-16 03:39 am (UTC)Westley cradles her in his arms and asks why she didn't wait for him.
"Well," Buttercup says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "you were dead."
"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while," Westley says.
"I will never doubt again."
"There will never be a need."
They start to kiss, only to be interrupted by the boy protesting. He's eating a sandwich, and the grandfather is drinking coffee. "They're kissing again. Do we have to hear the kissing part?"
"Someday you may not mind so much," the grandfather tells the boy.
"Skip onto the fire swamp, that sounded good," the boy says.
"Oh. You're sick, I'll humor you," the grandfather says, setting his coffee aside.
"I forgot about the boy listening to the story," Autor says, sheepish.