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Log; Ongoing

When; Sunday, mid-aftertoon
Rating; (you never know with those two) PG to PG-13
Characters; Thomas (

harrysbackup ) and Harry (

dresden4hire )
Summary; Beer and Bonding over a Boat, the three B's

log; Thomas had to admit, at least to himself, the skip in his step didn't have much to do with the sunshine or the fact that it was a relatively moderate late-spring Sunday. He was going to go do boy-stuff with his brother. They'd made plans earlier in the week to check out the status of the little sailboat and he'd been looking forward to it ever since.

Not that he'd admit that to Harry. He adjusted the crate of Mac's finest to a more confortable carrying position and headed to the pier where Harry said the boat was moored.

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The boat was in a sad, sad state. Not that it was all that unexpected since Harry hadn't even given it a thought in, well, quite a long time. He sure hoped that Thomas knew how to restore a boat because Harry really had no clue. Restoration really wasn't Harry's thing. Normally, it was destruction and maybe repairing something well enough that it just barely got the job done. He didn't even know what tools they would need besides a hammer and a saw.

So when Thomas found him, Harry was looking at his little boat with a worried and slightly puzzled expression.

"I'd say we put it out of its misery and start over if it didn't have sentimental value," he said.

Thomas took a moment to take in the mockery of a sail boat while he found a place to put the ale. He blinked.

Well, crap.

He blinked again.

"This is going to take some time, my brother." He reached into the crate and pulled out two bottles. "Ale?"

Harry just reached out and took the ale, his eyes never leaving the boat. A quick mumbled word over the drink and the top popped off.

"Do you know anything about restoring a boat?" Harry asked, once again taking in the enormity of it.

Thomas' eyes never left the boat either, as he casually flicked the bottle cap away with his thumb and held it out for a customary clink before taking a sip. And another.

"Hope we're fast learners."

Harry clinked the bottle with Thomas before he took a long drinkt.

"I still don't know how you managed to get Mac's here," he said. "Not that I'm complaining."

He chuckled. "You're going to have to ask Rachel about that one. It's the real thing, though. No doubt about that."

He was quiet for a minute as his eyes roamed over the sun-bleached hull, the cracking rudder. "This is going to suck, Harry. Big time."

"Maybe there's a book in the library we can get?" Harry suggested, his attention now back on the boat.

"You know, Boat Restoration for Dummies and their Wizard Brothers."

"See," He said turning a glare on Harry. "I was going to look up How to Make Sure Your Brother Tells You the Whole Story When He Says He Has a Boat."

Harry just smirked and took another drink of the ale.

"Hey, you wanted a project," he said. "This is definitely a project."

"No, Harry," Thomas said walking closer to the boat. "This is not a project. A project is replacing some sails or...or a new paint job." He waved a hand toward the little boat. "This, Harry, is..." he heaved a sigh. "I think we're going to build a boat."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "We have to get it out of the water, first."

"It needs a name," Harry told him. "If it's a new boat then it needs a new name. I think the Margaret LeFay would be a good name."

"I think mom deserves a much larger ship be named after her." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Is Fraternity too, you know, presumptuous?"

Harry stayed quiet for a moment. He really thought their mother, towards the end of her life, would have liked something small and simple and mundane named after her.

"We can keep tossing around names," he said. "But I like Fraternity. We need to build a dry dock too."

"Agreed. We need...stuff." He finished off the ale. "You know, like tools and wood. So...why name it after mom? You have to have a reason."

"We should make a list," Harry said. "One of us should make a list of things we need."

Even as he said it, he knew that neither of them were the type to have brought a paper and pencil in anticipation of needing to make a list.

"I figured mom would like us working together on something," he continued. "And I don't know, after all she went through in life, in the end she seemed to just want a simple life with my dad. I guess I thought it was symbolic, that something named after her could just sit here and float, go out with her sons every now and then, just have a simple life."

Thomas pulled out his cell phone as he stepped away from Harry. Far away. He pulled up the 'to do' list app, and looked up at the boat. It looked dejected, sad, forgotten. A small smile crossed his face.

"I like it, Harry. Margaret le Fay it is."

Harry glanced over and glared at Thomas, mostly because he was able to enjoy the convenience of modern technology.

"Alright, so we first need a book on what to do," Harry said. "Then we can figure out what tools and such we need."

A few clicks and scrolls on the smartphone brought Thomas to the answer he'd been looking for. "Here we go. Restoring a Classic Wooden Boat, complete with diagrams. I'll swing by the library and pick up a copy."

"What are you going to look for in the library to find that boat?" Harry asked. Sometimes the Library had a mind of it's own and showed you the opposite of what you were looking for.

"I'm not sure," he said. He'd never been to the library himself, but he knew from Rain it could be pretty unpredictable. "Wanna come with?"

"Sure," he said with a nod. He didn't mind the Library too much, being around all those books was comforting.

"The librarians there can probably help us out."

"Isn't that what librarians do?" He laughed. "I mean, I don't deal much with such outdated technology. Figured I'd ask the expert."

"You don't deal much with books? It shows," Harry said, smirking at his brother. "They have a lot of experience in looking for the opposite of what you want so that you find what you want."

Be put the phone away. "Sounds like a good place to go then." He gestured back toward the City. "Shall we?"

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