[ a soft laugh, and she rests her chin on the mattress while she thinks over the songs like that she knows. ]
Yeah I know the kind. I remember um...Watkin's Ale, have you heard that one?
[ she sings the first verse in the kind of hushed tone one does late at night, when everyone should be sleeping but are tittering about such things instead. ]
There was a maid this other day, And she would needs go forth to play; And as she walked she sigh'd and said, I am afraid to die a maid.
Oh, it was probably a tavern or a brothel somewhere, [ she finally drags herself up off the floor so she can lay down on the bed, parallel to the pillows. ] maybe on the ship, but I can't remember. What about the one you were thinkin' of?
One of my classmates heard it somewhere, and taught the rest of us. I assume she heard it somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. [ a pause, then a quiet chuckle. ] Like a tavern, probably. I never asked.
[ She smiles, unseen, at that chuckle. It's good to hear Derrica laugh, even that much. ] If you remember the words maybe you can teach it to me sometime, and I'll teach you mine. Song for a song.
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Maybe.
[ unsatisfactory. derrica tries again. ]
There's a dirty song we used to sing when we were running up and down the main tower. You know the kind, the ones about sex covered up with innuendos.
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Yeah I know the kind. I remember um...Watkin's Ale, have you heard that one?
[ she sings the first verse in the kind of hushed tone one does late at night, when everyone should be sleeping but are tittering about such things instead. ]
There was a maid this other day,
And she would needs go forth to play;
And as she walked she sigh'd and said,
I am afraid to die a maid.
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Sounds like a plan. You can pick the time and place.