bowmaidentilda:

“Oh no - don’t let what I say make you change your mind, Da. Really, don’t mind me.”

"I cannot tell if you wish for me to do exactly that
or the very opposite. Yes, this should not concern
you. " 

bowmaidentilda:

“Well - it’s really up to you, Da. Though you should keep it — it’s rather quite amusing when you are drunk!”

"Darling, the more you say, the more I am convinced that it must be gone by morning.” My goodness, he seemed to be a terrible example for his children.

bowmaidentilda:

“Oh, you needn’t worry. It was just one time, I swear.”

“I needn’t worry– I needn’t worry. Who do you think I am, Tilda. Of course I’ll worry! Although it should have been kept out of the house. I suppose I shall be smarter and remove it all. It is not as if we get plenty of visitors as it is…" 

bowmaidentilda:

“…Oops. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, Da. Bain will kill me.”

"He won’t be doing any of that, Tilda. 
         But firstly- how long has this been going on?”

shadowofthelonglake:

#do u guise sneak into my stash#i shouldnt have a stash#oh gosh#sobs#mother would hurt me if she was still here

#guess whose getting a ghostly visit from the wife

#sits in the corner for time out thinking about what he’s done

bowmaidentilda:

“I should think not! I don’t want to sing silly songs and dance strange dances like Bain does when his face gets as read as yours.”

"Oh Bain does that does he? Wait a moment–
             when does he do this? When I am out of the house?”

bowmaidentilda:

“You smell funny and your face is red, Da. That’s not a little.”

“It was not a plentiful, only a little offering.  
              And no, you shan’t have any yourself, either.”

bowmaidentilda:

“Da, are you drunk?”

“I cannot lie to you, my dearest.” —

                                             "Maybe a little.“