This is great! As per usual, I very much enjoyed the way you look into the somewhat more "average" moments between Dresden Files characters. It's like, yes. Bob's a ghost and Harry's a wizard, but just like everyone else, their struggles with the mundane are pretty much the same.
And I love that, because you put such lovely touches on this theme that, while the event occurring may be a "normal" one (playing chess, owning a cat, shopping for shoes, strugging with an instructions manual, etc....), there's always some wonderful thing that separates your fics from being just that.
In this case, we have a very nice throwback to Bob and Harry's former mentor/student relationship (Bob reading out the instructions for Harry), while also expanding on this particular aspect of them and showing little bits and pieces of how they got out of that phase and more into a friendship of sorts (Bob, without feeling like he has to, reveals a little bit about his past, even if that something is as non-dramatic as how many languages he can speak *g*). And this is done in such a way that it feels so very natural, with nothing about it being forced. The events just happen. They don't need a trigger. And it's very nearly poetic the way you write it out.
Your fics amaze me because I so very often strongly feel the sense of companionship that comes through the screen on their heels, and I often walk away from reading them feeling distinctly calmed. As I've said before, your stories remind me of nostalgia--the good kind, mind you, and I can't recall if you have ever disappointed with a theme.
“That piece is upside down,” Bob said.
“It is not!” I objected, strongly. I looked at it and decided it probably was. I undid the screw and fixed it.
Hee. I love Harry's stubborn refusal to admit that he'd screwed in a piece of the table wrong, followed by his quietly just fixing the piece as soon as he realized that, "oops. I did set that up wrong!" and the fact that Bob didn't gloat over having been right. It's so great about them, that they let each other get away with simple mistakes without shoving said mistakes in the other's face.
“Yes, a family of robins that could no doubt afford anything better than the slums of that birdhouse. It was the low income family of the avian world.”
Haha! Oh, yes. I can just picture Harry's poorly-fated mess of a birdhouse, all splinters and dried up glue and a corner just barely hanging in there. And Bob just shaking his head about the whole thing. *glee*
Well done, awanderingbard! Your fic has amused me. ^_^
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And I love that, because you put such lovely touches on this theme that, while the event occurring may be a "normal" one (playing chess, owning a cat, shopping for shoes, strugging with an instructions manual, etc....), there's always some wonderful thing that separates your fics from being just that.
In this case, we have a very nice throwback to Bob and Harry's former mentor/student relationship (Bob reading out the instructions for Harry), while also expanding on this particular aspect of them and showing little bits and pieces of how they got out of that phase and more into a friendship of sorts (Bob, without feeling like he has to, reveals a little bit about his past, even if that something is as non-dramatic as how many languages he can speak *g*). And this is done in such a way that it feels so very natural, with nothing about it being forced. The events just happen. They don't need a trigger. And it's very nearly poetic the way you write it out.
Your fics amaze me because I so very often strongly feel the sense of companionship that comes through the screen on their heels, and I often walk away from reading them feeling distinctly calmed. As I've said before, your stories remind me of nostalgia--the good kind, mind you, and I can't recall if you have ever disappointed with a theme.
“That piece is upside down,” Bob said.
“It is not!” I objected, strongly. I looked at it and decided it probably was. I undid the screw and fixed it.
Hee. I love Harry's stubborn refusal to admit that he'd screwed in a piece of the table wrong, followed by his quietly just fixing the piece as soon as he realized that, "oops. I did set that up wrong!" and the fact that Bob didn't gloat over having been right. It's so great about them, that they let each other get away with simple mistakes without shoving said mistakes in the other's face.
“Yes, a family of robins that could no doubt afford anything better than the slums of that birdhouse. It was the low income family of the avian world.”
Haha! Oh, yes. I can just picture Harry's poorly-fated mess of a birdhouse, all splinters and dried up glue and a corner just barely hanging in there. And Bob just shaking his head about the whole thing. *glee*
Well done, awanderingbard! Your fic has amused me. ^_^