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Jenkins knew he needed to shake off the slight melancholy that had pervaded the days since the world had been re-righted or re-write-ed as it were. The world was saved, all librarians accounted for and even Excalibur had returned to the Library, if not quite the way Jenkins had been expecting. He wasn’t Dulaque. He didn’t need to dwell on the old days. Although, if that were entirely true he wouldn’t be standing right here among grails and armor and memories better left alone.
“Stop it.” Jenkins glared at the sword that was currently trying to get into his pocket.
“I know what you’re doing. Stop it. Don’t you have a librarian or two to harass?“ He should have known, of course, that Arthur’s sword wouldn’t be that easy to dismiss.
In the next move Cal had lifted his pocket square and flung it across the room where it landed right on top of the display currently housing a sword that Jenkins didn’t need to read the display card for.
“You really never do give up do you?” Jenkins muttered, but when the sword started to go for his bowtie, he acquiessed.
“ Alright, alright.” He walked over and picked up his sword letting it settle into his hand. “One round and then you go bug a librarian. They need the training more than I do.”
