There was a calendar propped up on Artemis Fowl’s desk. One box, one date, was encircled with a bright red marker. It was Captain Short’s birthday. Today.
And so, Artemis, in less than a few minutes, set up a link to connect with the elf’s communicator. A simple greeting was in order.
Fowl-II: Happy birthday, Captain.
ReconJockD’arvitYeah: Thanks, Artemis. :D
Fowl-II: Anything in particular that you might want for your birthday?
Fowl-II: I have a meeting with the Council later this afternoon for a small proposal. And I’m feeling a bit generous.
ReconJockD’arvitYeah: I’ve been addicted to naked goods lately. ;)
Artemis gawked at the screen, his eyes widening, and then gulped. He couldn’t help but blush. Also, that emoticon. That winking emoticon. What did it mean? What did it mean?
ReconJockD’arvitYeah: BAKED goods. BAKED goods.
The genius nodded to himself. Baked goods. Baked.
Fowl-II: Yes, baked goods. I shall tell Butler then.
Hi, I wrote this ficlet on the 12th of July, 2010 and I consider this to be included in my intellectual property.
I take full credit on everything unless otherwise specified. It goes without saying that Artemis Fowl and Holly Short belong
togetherto Eoin Colfer.
So ReconJockD’ArvitYeah had been in existence since 12/07/10.
History of my url. :)